Yields On Fire Poem by John Sensele

A heart braces itself to exact a high price
For the sake of a deeply rooted conviction
In matters where hearts set on fire
Adopt and opt to welcome love
Whose purpose in terms of yield
Measures gallons of pain

Pain in vain, rain of pain
Can't count the price
A lover pays in order to yield
Tiny ounces of affection although conviction
Spurs a heart to believe love
Still rescues hearts on fire

Whether the lover swims in bush fires
In tinder dry forests where seas of pain
Threaten to extinguish love
On the pretext that bride price
Will be jailed upon conviction
In sentimental courts with a tangible evidence yield

Whether for a given season the love yield
Measured in teragrams decreased because judges fired
Suitors in customs made tweed suits suffered conviction
In courts of law where they shivered and whimpered in pain.
The long arm of the law taught crooks the difference in price
Between infatuation, habituation, affection and genuine love

Seen, felt, understood and practiced by folks in love
Whose commitment to their cause yield
Is worth its promise, prediction and its price
In gold when love fire
No matter how much the pain
Factor may endeavour to shake their conviction

At the moments of wavering when conviction
Seems to alter and falter in love
As seas of sprain, doubt train, despair crane and blasts of pain
Belittle a love field, a love shield and a love yield
Until conviction fires
The mathematician's zero-sum love price

Even though the heart pays a high price for its conviction
It breathes fire and turns away from a love
That, on balance, yields nothing but heartache and pain.