I saw my doctor rarely,
only in moments of yearly visit.

His coat carrying
energy of wander and intrigue.
My smile and dance to table
puzzled him,
as it did for years.

“AHA!” he said, circling and listening to heart.
“I see!” he whispered, checking vital signs.

Pressure NORMAL,
replacing apparatus.
Weight PERFECT,
wishing he had no stomach pullover.
Heart NORMAL,
humming to its gentle tone of tranquility.

"See you momentarily I now have handle on your illness.” He echoed, with normal doctor manner.
In consultation room, I waited.

“It appears,” he said,
you have a disease labeled by association.
Catching with no cure,
or medicine prescribe-able
much to the medical guilds dismay.

“Yes, I’m seeing it more often.”
He added, with a giggle.

He continued in spoken song
making me smile.

“You caught the love bug.
A mite traveling to all parts of body.
A disease that conquers all others.”

“A virus, starting with attitude
and moving into all thoughts.”

“The love bug, carrier YOU ARE
and so glad you came in.
For now perhaps, I as doctor
can retire.”