GKC on my inside

This morning laying up in a solarium, I thought that perhaps we do some detective work on our selves. Looking at the clues, we see an incommensurable pile of measures, and to solve the puzzle by adding just one thing, we deduce what we're feeling: love. Hearts move all sorts of different ways, and I think mine made a rare leap

Stephan Bodzin's full-length is called "LIEBE IST..." A man after my own heart? Could be if not for the ellipsis, but it seems he's a bit older than me, so, to be excused, to be continued