Do only poets know
how every word is born,
comes winging from eternity,
to be tasted, savoured on the tongue
and then returned
with love, humility and gratitude
and that huge thing, the human heart;
and just a modest hope
that others will accept this thought, this offering?

Do only poets know?

I hope not.
Otherwise, what's the point?

Michael Shepherd

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0147-do-only-poets-know/