The Mother of All Love Poems

THE MOTHER OF ALL LOVE POEMS How much love, comes from the heart of me? Let's count the ways, far as my heart can see, no more than's in my gizzard or my liver, I'll ever find any love to give her, as much as in my bladder, if it's grown or sharing space with a kidney stone, my heart hath love, as much as my tongue, and in between my hips it's hung, in hair that grows out of my nose, and in my spleen--between my toes, the heart pumps blood, and nothing more, the bladder pees toward the floor, but never will you ever find one bit of love, cept in the mind. © ron wilson