Oh, how the color green doth shine so bright,
Like emerald jewels in the morning light.
And with it comes a creature of grace,
A mighty panther with strength to embrace.
But what of the object that doth appear,
A simple vase, yet so very dear.
For within it blooms a flower so rare,
A rose of crimson, beyond compare.
And in this tale of color, beast and bloom,
Two men doth love, their hearts in tune.
Their love, a flame that doth never cease,
A bond so strong, it shall never decrease.
For love knows no bounds, nor color or kind,
It doth flourish and grow, in heart and in mind.
So let us celebrate these two men,
For love is love, and it shall never end.
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