If I can't close my eyes and imagine the endless metaphors 

there is no need for these eyes of mine

If I can't sway to the flows and effortless quotes that glide from mouths

these is no need for these arms that move to rhythm and soul

If I can put my two fingers together and snap to the emotions I relate to

what is the use for these hands of mine?

You can take away my touch, my yearn to love

my hearing, and even time that may pass me by

But you could never steal the treasure that resides in my heart

No, it isn't a rare entity of gold

But it is my special asset

Oh how I love the emotions and morals that hide within the lines

Oh how I love the unique phrases that appear in my mind

like a rainbow appears in a cloudy sky

And if you asked me why I surrender to its literary capture

I'd tell you that nothing inspires me like poetry