In twilight’s hue, a vibrant shade doth bloom,
A color rare, as if from heaven’s loom.
Emerald green, like nature’s finest gown,
With envy’s kiss, the verdant world is crowned.
A noble swan, with grace it doth glide,
Its snowy plumage, a sight to confide.
Majestic wings, like angels taking flight,
In tranquil waters, it finds sheer delight.
A quill, a scribe’s companion and true friend,
A vessel for the words that never end.
With ink-stained hands, tales forever told,
A poet’s heart, through ancient scrolls unfold.
Two men entwined, their love a sacred fire,
Unyielding passion, their souls conspire.
Through trials faced, their bond remains unbroken,
A love untamed, by no words left unspoken.
Though color, creature, object all may fade,
True love persists, in every escapade.
Let not the world condemn their hearts entwined,
For love’s true essence, knows no color, kind.
