Profess! In these give fortunes seldom chance, <br />when words aver with love's last whispered power, <br />that wonted life give fear over romance, <br />and shames ignite each hell's forbidden hour. <br />What binds the unsought self to cold caress, <br />forevermore enslaved 'til hopes say, Yes; <br />Yes; whose kisses part temptation's wanton lips, <br />life's flames enlarged, embraced with passion's fire. <br />Her nectar pours each moment's hurried sips, <br />as love lifts yearnings' salutation higher. <br />So longing lives, be happy or be less: <br />Set yourself free, surrender and Be! Say, Yes! <br /> <br /> <br />-March 13,2006<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-880000-the-affirmation-font/
