When love in season be done,
or love be perished,
mayhap the more noble,
the love be great!
But when love in bloom,
a rose bud young,
not yet in form,
meet its doom…
Perhaps the more tragic,
the most forlorn!
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“Is that her femoral artery?”
I met my lover late one night,
Stethoscope on my chest, BP cuff on my right,
And as he held my hand, on his resident’s command,
He summoned up all his might -
“I’m a doctor-in-training”, he said,
Resting his body against my bed
“And is it too…