Of Soulnhuman Magnetic Field Poem by me poet yeps poet

I ain't quite sure
What is a real soul

All I am aware is
A man is fully whole
If he has an active heart
A rife, brain, not only garbage
It has intelligence

Then the heart pumps
blood into its periphery
feeds it only from outside
as only pulp and electrical
Neuron guided senses
reside magnetically
and
majestically inside

Then as a child is born
the palpitation
Of the woman's heart
Synchronizes with the child's own
as a unique new entity emerges
the new born heart also surges

then takes itself on all of its own
I call it flickering of a crystal
Vibration too
perhaps you may call it a soul
if that actually thrills you

Hope I have wilfully
Ah! Seemingly
captured the uniqueness of one
your soul
for
I as a person
is one who'll
simply vanish
as does the heart beat
as you say
of course your
very unique soul