Oh, how the color green doth shine so bright,
Like emerald jewels in the morning light,
And how the noble lion doth roar and growl,
With a mane so wild, a king of the prowl.
The object chosen, a simple feather,
So light and soft, it floats like weather,
In the hands of two men who love so true,
Their hearts entwined, a love so new.
Their love doth shine like the color green,
As strong and vibrant as the lion’s sheen,
Their bond as light as the feather’s flight,
As they hold hands, their love in sight.
Oh, how the world may judge and scorn,
But their love doth shine like the morn,
For love knows not of color or kind,
But only of the heart, pure and blind.
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