At The Touch Of Love Poem by Denis Martindale

At the touch of love,
A poet may arise,
When he looks so starry-eyed,
With twinkling in his eyes.

Winsome sighs get heard,
As he breathes in and out,
When he looks so starry-eyed,
Yet here's the start, no doubt.

Behold him smiling,
All happy like a clown,
When he looks so starry-eyed,
Until love lets him down.

Poems then get penned,
First glad, but then quite sad,
When no longer starry-eyed,
As if he has been had!


Denis Martindale, for the 21st of October 2023.


The poem was written in answer
to a question on Quora asking,
Can it be true that at the touch of love
everyone becomes a poet?