Love seldom communicates; and poets make the inevitable blunder in believing that they are hearing love's murmur that is eminently poetic. In fact, as Shakespeare tells ``...love is blind, and lovers cannot see, the pretty follies that themselves commit.'' But for a poet who receives the blow of love, the ``...feeling is more soft and sensible than are the tender horns of cockled snails.'' The Bard has stated it so succinctly. All poems are a product of love. If there's a poetic call against exploitation it's because the poet loves the downtrodden, if a poem extols people to revolt against terrorism it is the outcome of the poet's love for peace. The same fundamental factor of love applies to poems penned in different times, on different chimes. Perhaps in no other creative channel love predominates so much. What is to be noted is that the poet is not aware that his creative faculty is usurped by some benevolent force and, by the time he comes to understand that his poem has been written while he was in love.