At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
~Plato
When I was in 2nd year, I fell in love with a girl in class and every time she was feeling down, I used to write her poems which dedicate to and for her to be happy. When I was down, she hugs me to feel warmth of her love, her passion. Being playful we were, kissed each other's cheeks and each kiss made each blush. When fatigue overrules, each lay trust on the other's shoulder. Happy we were, comforted each other when bad time comes. Promises were made to keep and love makes it so. How love makes a poet.
Love is a serious mental disease.
~Plato
Thinking of no other thoughts that those two, never did pride rule nor ache the other. When promises came, it was kept. When one was hurt, the other grieved for sake of the other. Linked as two was one while one was two. Never lust nor more was given to thought. Separate at times, never did fail to news the other with muse. Other was first than any other. How love was a disease.