You take me to heaven, where our love proliferates like big data in the cloud.
Like anti-vaxxers, I’m irresponsibly sick (in love).
My love for you is like ICD-10, unavoidable and a constant headache.
Unlike physicians, my love for you is in no shortage.
You are my sunshine (Act)
My only sunshine (Act)
You make me happy
When skies are gray.
My love for you is like a hospital chargemaster: Enormous, inflated and impossible to explain.
I’m a walking, talking R00.0 ICD-10-CM code when I’m around you. Nonstop rapid heartbeat, babe.
Managing the capacity of a hospital’s emergency department is hard. Managing my heart’s capacity for you is even harder.
Our love could withstand 60-something House votes to repeal. Ain’t no undermining us, babe.
