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

If you try to fail and succeed, which have you done?

Posted by Mindy Rodriguez on 2005-11-11 00:28:08