If it wasn't for poetry

If it wasn't for poetry How would we, secret agents, Communicate without blundering By not letting our thoughts turn into Revelations which might cause mass panic? If it wasn't for poetry How would we play with colours and numbers, With pictures and symbols Communicating in a language only we can understand, Demonstrated solely by the deep and honest depths Of our eyes as we look at each other Keeping a safe distance Yet holding hands together with our beating hearts? If it wasn't for poetry We, secret agents guarding the treasures of life Would bloom not into angels of the divine Having as main duty, The keepsake of the blinded humankind Who take the blessings of life for granted Caring not to see and to hear the universe as it sings!