Rumi says it well.

Poems speak with demolished formula and eradicated "correctness". Not only do poems speak but they reach emotions, leaving empty words jilted. Let the words move. And if you are not moved, you are lying to yourself.
Here is just that:

In your light, I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
Where no one else sees you.
But sometimes I do.
And that sight becomes this art.

~~Rumi

Have you ever attempted poetry? Have you let words float off your tongue without any regards to propriety? Its the spoken language of the heart. It is not forced and is never compared. It can never be judged or corrected or trashed. What is it. It is beauty as it speaks from the depths. It speaks in the bible of the Spirit that groans to the Father on our behalf. Sometimes I wonder if that only touches the surface.

Thoughts.