Love is a malady of which I'm sick <br />Now very chronic and getting acute <br />Feel my neck, phone another doctor quick <br />Your touch could make my aches to joy transmute <br /> <br />Now press upon my breast your stethoscope <br />You'll know how so irregular I breathe <br />It is not due to some Asthma, I hope <br />That when you're near I hyperventilate <br /> <br />And oftentimes, I'd steal a kiss from you <br />So sweet, addictive, that I am afraid <br />Too much sugar makes diabetes due <br />But I feared most: my fault, you might upbraid <br /> <br />Now feel my quickened pulse; is there a cure? <br />Aside from pills and that magnetic band? <br />It's symptomatic of my love so pure <br />'Adrenalin rush' when you held my hand <br /> <br />I should be confined now, I'm pretty sure <br />Before my ailment would have reached stage two <br />You choose a place which we can now procure <br />Ward or ICU so I can be with you.<br /><br />Reyvrex Questor Reyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-doctor-to-his-love/
