I’d Let You Pick the Karaoke Song

I’d let you pick the song, my dear,

No matter what—I've got no fear.

Even if it’s five octaves too high,

Or a ballad that makes songbirds cry.

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You grab the mic, the music plays,

Your voice takes flight in… unique ways.

It wobbles, warbles, breaks in two,

Yet somehow, I’m still lost in you.

_ _ _

The crowd looks on, they try to cheer,

A dog outside perks up an ear.

The speakers crack, the windows shake,

But my love? It won’t forsake.

_ _ _

A screech, a howl, a key unhit,

Yet every note’s love-filled with wit.

I’ll harmonize—though fate is grim,

And hope the sound guy dials us in.

_ _ _

For love’s not built on perfect pitch,

Or notes that glide without a glitch.

It’s laughing through the off-tune mess,

And loving more, not loving less.

_ _ _

So take the stage, belt loud and true,

I’d always sing along with you.

For every song—divine or wrong,

Sounds perfect when it’s our love song. 🎶💕