I’d mark you "non-formulary"—because you’re irreplaceable.
If you were a dosage form, you’d be chewable: fun and delightful.
You’re my favorite counseling point: always mention with a smile.
Let’s skip the intake form and go straight to dessert.
My efficiency metric improves 100% when you walk in.
You must be an emergency med—my heart needs you now.
I’d prescribe long walks and even longer talks with you.
If affection were a pill, I’d take you three times daily.
You’re worth more than any compounding master formula.
I’ll check your labs: sodium ok, potassium fine, you perfect.
Are you a vial of glitter? Because you sparkle beyond storage guidelines.
I’ll dispense compliments with each transaction.
My counter has room for you and a latte—care to join?
I’d waive the counseling fee for a date with you.
You must be stable release—consistent, comforting, perfect.
If love needs a pharmacist, I'm certified and ready.
You make my heart comply with every protocol.
I’d swap my breakroom coffee for one made with you.
