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IN LOVE WITH THE PHYSICIAN ASSISTANT

In the sterile glow of the hospital light,
A story of love in scrubs takes flight,
Two hearts entwined in the healer's dance,
A romance blossoms in the realm of chance.

In the hush of the clinic, where stethoscopes play,
A physician assistant steals my heart away,
In the tune of vitals, our love takes the lead,
A rhythm of passion, a connection we need.

Through the charts and the scripts, our love story weaves,
In the language of medicine, our hearts it retrieves,
A diagnosis of love, profound and sweet,
In the world of healthcare, where our destinies meet.

In the busy emergency room, where chaos abounds,
Our love, an oasis, where tranquility's found,
A touch that heals, a glance that cures,
In the pulse of our love, all pain demurs.

Through the late-night calls and the code blue alarms,
Our love, a sanctuary, a haven from harms,
In the silence of night, where dreams are confessed,
Our love story unfolds, in whispered caress.

In the surgery room, where precision is key,
Our love, an incision, setting emotions free,
A dance of desire in the hospital's trance,
In the world of healthcare, where love takes a chance.

In the cadence of steps through the sterile halls,
Our love, a melody that softly enthralls,
A union of souls, bound by a fate,
In the cloth of healthcare, where love's never late.

@ Brian Dartey Frempong & Joseph Rehoboth Kwamena (2023).

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WHISPERS OF FROST

Beneath the cloak of winter's night,
Whispers of frost, a chilling fright,
In shadows cast by moonlight's sheen,
A story unfolds, unseen, unseen.

The air is hushed, a spectral shiver,
As frost creeps in, a silent quiver,
But listen close, for the whispers grow,
Into a haunting, spectral show.

A tune of ice, a ghostly moan,
Echoes in the silent, frozen zone,
The trees stand still, their branches creak,
A spectral chorus, eerie and bleak.

Frost's touch, a phantom's icy hand,
Caresses the land, a spectral band,
In the stillness, dread takes hold,
As whispers of frost unfold.

Crackling steps on frozen ground,
A phantom presence all around,
The wind, a ghostly, mournful wail,
Stories of winter's haunted trail.

Icy tendrils, a spectral grasp,
As frost's fingers tighten their clasp,
Whispers turn to cries of despair,
In the frigid, haunted winter air.

Through frosted panes, eyes wide with fear,
As whispers of frost draw near,
A bone-chilling wail, a spectral host,
In the heart of winter, whispers of frost.

But amidst the fear, a beauty untold,
In the haunting whispers, a mystery unfolds,
For in the icy grasp of winter's night,
There lies a spectral, frozen delight.

@ Brian Dartey Frempong & Joseph Rehoboth Kwamena (2023).

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