Author Carl Sandburg How much do you love me, a million bushels?Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.And tomorrow maybe only half a bushel?Tomorrow maybe not even a half a bushel.And is this your heart arithmetic?This is the way the wind measures the weather. Tags love poem love poems love poems for her love poetry poems about love romantic poems Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments