The Heart's Yield
She did not yield to his advances
Playing hard to get, taking chances
He sent her a bouquet of red roses
As his quest for love he poses
Love becomes a game of pursuit
In an attempt to capture her heart
Like a tango in steps so cute
As she dances to the beat he imparts
Soon he will close in on his desire
She's the lovely flower in the field
Then they will spark love's fire
And to love's pursuit she will yield
11-30-2021
''Y'' Contest, New Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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