Do only poets know <br />how every word is born, <br />comes winging from eternity, <br />to be tasted, savoured on the tongue <br />and then returned <br />with love, humility and gratitude <br />and that huge thing, the human heart; <br />and just a modest hope <br />that others will accept this thought, this offering? <br /> <br />Do only poets know? <br /> <br />I hope not. <br />Otherwise, what's the point?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0147-do-only-poets-know/
