Poem: Duet

I don’t need expensive dinners

To prove her love for me

I don’t need a mountain of gifts

That stretch as far as the eye can see

All I want is a playlist

Filled with our favourite songs

So when I start to sing them

She can sing along



I don’t need her love for me

Carved deep into stone

Nor written in novel

Longer than any other tome

All I wish is for a girl

Who fills our home with sound

And whose voice fills our halls

All year round



Be it a Karaoke cooking sessions

Or ballads in the shower

Or a Lullaby we drunkenly sing

Deep in the witching hour

All I need to be happy is someone who will sing without a care

Despite the fact we’re out of tune

And our lungs our short of air