Thoughts On Plato's Quote On Love

Been thinking for some days on what Plato said, 'At the touch of love, every man becomes a poet'. What about a woman? I know how a touch of love, Sometimes real and sometimes wishfully fancied, Makes a woman feel like a princess. She fancies her Prince Charming, his 'gossamer shroud of gentle love'. Her pen keeps laying pearl like poetry as if like eggs, Then they hatch on them, like birds sharing the chore. What is 'a touch of love'? A touch of nature that tinges The mind? Holding hands, listening to a maiden's story, Looking at her beaming eyes? Feel like building a nest While looking at birds in flight, flying to the nest at dusk? A touch of nature's love fall as rain and rejuvenate the Parched vegetation. Half dried rivers and canals get a new Lease of life. A touch of a woman's love makes a man feel Its tide not 'as a passing fancy, but a feeling he would live by'. His rainbow mind sees colors of his choice, all around, as he Discovers anew the beauty of this mundane world. Looks at The nature with bemused eyes and appreciates. Modern and Country songs and the classical music and poetry, all become His favored pastime overnight. He looks at the ear of his Woman and sees a waving flower in her hanging ear rings. Suddenly he becomes a great story teller, a great listener, Sharing poetry of their life, clasping hands in moonlit strolls.