By Matthew Ordoez There once was a creature, With three of each feature Who felt not a trace of love

And had no sign from above. Everyday he was humbled, Tormented and tumbled Heard taunts from terrible lots: I am normal and youre not Then one day: he found his love Tis as perfect and beautiful as a dove Though hopeless, his heart gave a shove Thus began his Anatomy of love. If I gave her one eye, She would make a good spy, So he wrapped it and gave it to his love One third of his Anatomy of love. If I gave her one arm Would it work like a charm? He gave it too and she felt his love Two thirds of his Anatomy of love. If I gave her a leg Would she walk faster or Would there be a disaster So completes his Anatomy of Love. At the end of the day To his delight and her dismay It sure gave him a lift To know that she used every gift. This is my Anatomyof love to you, says his love Amused by her own token These words could not be unspoken: I am normal and youre not