Find the hidden message in this odd bit of poetry.

Seduction, the lost art, springs from your own lust. A tamer ploy won't sprout a fire and lightly blaze a new address to unlocked, coy desires. Indeed, what hope is so couched, thus has love to every eye open. Unaided love's not seen, despite the depth of its colors. -- Anon

(In reply to I'm curious by Bob Smith)

If you've found where to start and end, you've found all of the raw material you need to work with.  Nothing need be added.

I must say thanks to the four folks who are still trying to solve this.  I had a lot of fun making it.  I just don't know if I made it too hard, or if it's just far enough outside of what people expect.

Edited on November 10, 2005, 4:04 pm

Posted by Bob Smith on 2005-11-10 16:03:41