I could tell you about the coronary arteries
And the chambers our blood flows through.
I could draw you a hundred EKG’s,
But they don’t explain how my heart beats for you.
I could tell you about the gastric glands
And what happens when they go awry.
I could explain ulcers and gastritis
But not how you give me these butterflies.
I could tell you about the cerebral lobes
And strokes of many different kinds.
I could outline the circle of Willis
But not how you dominate my mind.
I could read all of Netter’s, Robbins, and Gray’s
And study the body for all of my days.
Nothing will explain this lover’s craze,
But when these bones grow old, this love will still stay.
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