Channeling Love: The Remote Control Wars

In our cozy den where shadows play,

The battle lines are drawn each day.

The flicker of the screen, our battleground,

Where love and choices spin around.

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You reach for the remote with stealthy grace,

A gleam of mischief on your face.

I counter with a playful grin,

And thus, our nightly war begins.

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The channels flip, the shows collide,

As we negotiate our TV pride.

You want the drama, deep and grand,

While I crave comedies so planned.

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We laugh and argue, fierce yet kind,

Each click a testament, we find.

To our shared nights of light and cheer,

Where love outshines the programs here.

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When finally we reach a truce,

A compromise that’s so obtuse,

The screen may show a heartfelt scene,

But it’s our love that reigns supreme.

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So let the remote control be our guide,

Through the TV wars we’ll gently stride.

For in each battle, big or small,

It’s our shared laughter that conquers all.