Love is subterfuge

When one considers the path of deception
They think of long coats, dark alleys and black gloves
But do not be fooled by this old misconception
For the most obvious yet hidden art is love

Hidden messages, codes and deceit are
Just part of the game that we are all playing
And yet it's the most obcure by far
Of the images that come to mind when we're thinking

About spies, the Cold War, the Reds and the Yanks
The lies and the aliases, the classified photos
And yet no shots were fired, no bombs, planes or tanks
Just agents in foreign lands, sending home info

Yet compare this battle of cunning to love
And you'll find they are both one and the same
For things are kept from each other, turning doves
Into vultures, turncoats, with no one to blame

Propaganda has found itself a new home
Inside the minds of those who seek affection
The names of those fooled by "spies" could make a tome
Ruined their lives when all they wanted was protection

For those who may scoff at this simple remark
The similarities are many, you must admit
And be warned for those who do not learn from the past
Are inevitibly doomed to repeat it.