Oh, wondrous hue of emerald green,
Adorned by nature’s lavish scene,
A color that doth catch the eye,
And bring forth joy to those who spy.
And lo, a creature with such grace,
A swan that glides with gentle pace,
Its feathers white as snowflakes fall,
A sight that doth enchant us all.
But hark! What object doth appear?
A simple pen, with ink so clear,
A tool for scribes to weave their tales,
And leave their mark on history’s trails.
And yet, two men who love so true,
Their bond as strong as morning dew,
Their hearts entwined, forevermore,
Their love a beacon to adore.
For love knows not of color, kind,
Nor object that may catch the mind,
But only seeks to find its way,
And in its warmth, forever stay.
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