I miss you like an ischaemic heart misses its blood supply.
The way you talk to me leaves me aphasic.
(Hold out a stethoscope) Why don't you listen to your heart and go out with me?
I'll protect you like a lysozyme, and forcibly digest anyone who tries to hurt you.
Can I take your temperature? Because you're looking hot today.
Are you a doctor? Cause you just cured my erectile dysfunction.
Is your name Osteoporosis? Because you're giving me a serious bone condition.
Is your name Flecainide? Because I think you just made my heart skip a beat.
Are you my appendix? Because I don't understand how you work, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
I don't want to go all Freudian on you, but cute doctors pull strong feelings from me because they're a safe target for feelings I originally had for my parents.