Oh, crimson hue, so bold and bright,
A color that doth catch the sight,
Like blood spilled in a valiant fight,
Or roses blooming in the night.
Two men, like lions fierce and true,
Their love a flame that ever grew,
A bond that time could ne’er undo,
Their hearts entwined, forever new.
A golden key, a symbol rare,
Unlocking doors to worlds so fair,
A treasure beyond compare,
A gift from one who truly cares.
And in this tale of love and grace,
The color, animal, and object embrace,
A bond that time cannot efface,
Two men in love, in a sacred place.
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