Oh, crimson red, the color of love’s flame,
A hue that burns with passion’s sweet acclaim.
Two men, like lions fierce in their desire,
Their hearts ablaze with love’s eternal fire.
A swan, so graceful, pure and white as snow,
Their love as graceful, pure, and free to grow.
An ancient book, with pages worn and old,
Their love a story waiting to be told.
In shadows deep, they meet beneath the moon,
Their love a secret whispered all too soon.
With hands entwined, they walk the path of fate,
Their love a bond that nothing can abate.
So let the world with judgment cast its stone,
Their love, like colors blend, forever known.
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