Oh, how the color purple doth shine
Like a regal cloak, so fine
And paired with a creature of grace
The swan, with its delicate face
But what of the object that ties
These two together, with surprise?
A simple vase, with curves so bold
Filled with flowers, a sight to behold
And yet, amidst this beauty rare
Two men, their love they cannot share
For society doth frown upon
Their hearts that beat as one
But love, it doth not discriminate
And so they hide, and quietly wait
For a time when they can be free
To love, as they were meant to be
Oh, let us celebrate this hue
And the swan, and vase so true
And let love, in all its forms
Be accepted, and weather life’s storms.
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