What do you see in Poetry?

Every morning comes the fever
The fever for an adventure
Come from writing and love
Waltzing blue inked pen, full of life

And when poetry was first made
God sent it down to Linguists
Saying “What do you see?”
They raised their brows quietly
Mincing words, struggling to find the description

Poetry was then passed to Lawyers
For they sat all day bored
Listening to strange talks and soliciting
But the inspiration come with poetry
Changed many a thing; reasoning came

And when it was sent to Lovers
And He said do “what do you see?”
Amazed they were, for they just stared
Feeling the awe it brings forth
Loving even more, for it healed the heart