Oh, how the color purple doth shine,
Like royal robes of kings divine.
And in its hue, a creature rare,
The graceful swan doth swim with flair.
But lo, what object catches eye?
A quill, with ink to write and sigh.
For two men, in love they be,
Their hearts entwined for all to see.
Their love, like purple, bold and bright,
Shines through the darkness of the night.
And like the swan, they glide with grace,
Their love a beacon in this place.
With quill in hand, they write their tale,
A love that shall not ever fail.
For in this world, where hate doth reign,
Their love, like purple, shall remain.
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