How Much?

Somebody once asked me.
"How much do you love me?"
I said "This much."
And stretched out my arms as far as they would go.
"Is that all?" They said.
So I stretched further, expanding my chest and reaching as far as I could.
But still this wasn't enough for them.
Once again I stretched, this time so far back that my knuckles met behind me.
At this point my skin began to split, my ribs began to crack, my chest tore open, my heart burst out and fell to the floor.
We both looked at it as it became cooler and cooler ...
And more still and more still ...
Until finally it was cold and dead.