In yonder field of emerald green,
Two lovers, bold and true, are seen.
Their hearts entwined like vines that grow,
In love’s sweet light, they bask and glow.
The color of their love, a hue so bright,
Like sapphire skies on a moonlit night.
Their passion fierce, like a lion’s roar,
Their bond unbreakable, forevermore.
With hands entwined, they hold their treasure,
A golden ring, a symbol of their pleasure.
Their love, a flame that never dies,
A beacon shining in the darkest skies.
Their love, a tapestry of crimson red,
Woven with threads of joy and dread.
For in a world that often frowns,
Their love shines bright, never to drown.
So let them dance in fields of blue,
Two men in love, forever true.
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