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 re: I was curious, now I'm giving too much away. :) by Bob Smith)

You are welcome.  Thanks for putting it together for us.  It was fun.  Now you've got me interested in reading the book.  I want to know the secret behind the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili.

Posted by Mindy Rodriguez on 2005-11-11 00:48:47