You read my words and instantly we are both connected

I tend the flowers of my mind
Watering our memories as they bloom

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—
As if my Brain had split—
I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—
But could not make it fit.

I'd keep your beauty timeless.
like a flower pressed in a book, yes
I wouldn't let it fade
Folded in the chapters of my mind

Poetry is the heart of my mind.

Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.