You must be a nurse, because you’ve got me feeling cared for already.
I must be a patient, because I’m falling for the way you care.
You’re like an RN—Reliable and Necessary.
Are you my vitals? Because you make my heart race.
You must be a charge nurse, because you’ve taken control of my heart.
Are you a bandage? Because you’re healing all my wounds.
You must specialize in wound care, because you’re closing up all my scars.
Are you PPE? Because I feel safe and secure with you around.
You’re like a well-stocked med cart—always ready to provide comfort.
Are you a blood pressure cuff? Because you’ve got me feeling the squeeze.
You must be on night shift, because you’ve got me dreaming of you.
Are you a thermometer? Because you’re heating up my heart.
You’re like my favorite scrub top—soft, comfortable, and perfect.
Are you my nursing shift partner? Because we’d make the perfect team.
You must be an IV bag, because you’ve got me feeling hydrated and alive.
Are you a patient chart? Because I’d study you all night.
You’re like a shot of adrenaline—an instant rush to my heart.
Are you a pulse ox monitor? Because you’ve got me at 100%.
You must be a triage nurse, because you’ve prioritized my heart.
Are you a call light? Because I can’t stop reaching for you.
You’re the best part of my 12-hour shift.
Are you a medication? Because you’ve got me feeling better already.
You must be a catheter, because you’re draining all my worries away.
Are you sterile gauze? Because you’ve wrapped me up completely.
You must be a code blue, because you’ve got my heart racing.
Are you the nurse’s station? Because I want to spend all my breaks with you.
You must be a bedside commode, because I can’t go anywhere without thinking of you.
Are you a syringe? Because you’ve got me stuck on you.
You must be a crash cart, because you’ve revived my heart.
You're the op amp to my love circuit.
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