In your heart, so between, in your nerves
I build my hut, so let’s spin, this love of halves
In your blood, so within, this love of might
In vast flood, so between, without any plight
In a-me-mind, so down the skull, you greatly live
I seem to find, so young pretty hull, I do believe
In a-me-brain, I believe this twirl, so I conceive
Without any pain, in for your hurl, forever will I weave
Hi Amos, A very nice play with words that touches my heart, Thanks alot, Paul
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Nerves Halves might plight live believe conceive weave such a perfect rhyming my dear poet. Kudos. wonderful. How difficult it is to write like that and so much thinking, when you write. thank you very dear poet for this poem. tony