In verdant fields of emerald hue,
Two lovers met, their hearts so true.
A lion fierce, with mane of gold,
Watched as their love did gently unfold.
One man held a ruby red rose,
The other a silver compass close.
Their love was like a tapestry rare,
Woven with threads of tender care.
The color of their love was pure,
Like sapphire skies that do endure.
The animal, a graceful swan,
Watched as their love shone on and on.
Their love was like a precious gem,
A treasure that none could condemn.
In the shadows of twilight’s embrace,
They found solace in each other’s grace.
So let their love be a beacon bright,
A guiding star in the darkest night.
For love knows no bounds, no fear,
And in their hearts, it shall persevere.
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