They met on the steps of the science faculty building
Both fresh from Highschool with dreams of a noble calling
Both knew they each felt a spark
They talked that day until it was dark.
They helped each other through the structures of Biochemistry
Strenghthened each other through the horrors of Anatomy
A ready shoulder through each failed examination
They looked forward to a time of celebration.
In the clinics, she admired how he bonded with the patients
He admired how her white coat made her look so radiant
They were a unique pair
The envy of their peers.
They faced many challenges together
Inseparable, no one could put them asunder
She fought off the young girls stealing his attention
He fought off the professors stealing her attention.
6 years went by like a passing dream
They made it, just like an Olympic team
Now, she’s in his home, a married bliss
Dr and Dr Mrs, who wouldn’t envy this?
Hahaha, you always crack me up with your ridiculously good looks; Will have to check Cambridge's Hall of Fame for the picture of The Angry Medic.
This made me smile too. Except in my case it was like 6 or 7 girls during med school, ya know. Sigh. Being ridiculously good-looking carries both a blessing and a curse…
Okay I'm kidding. But still, great poem. I love the picture at the top too! Bet those models had no idea they'd be used for a love poem when they took the pic…
Thank you Tope, that makes me glad.
And they lived happily ever after….again just beautiful. It made me smile.
Sorry to dissapoint you, just a common occurrence in every medical school.
Ghen Ghen! nice. Anyways, I was expecting it to be you.
No Anna, definitely not me.
Indeed! Is this about you?
Anna :o]
Thank you Ike!
nice 1. simple and sweet as usual.
and yea, the word, fresh, made me love it more.
well done, sir!
HAHAHAHA! this is definitely about me, but not 7 years o!!
Lol, would like to hear your story.
Loved this 🙂
Loved this 🙂