Oh, crimson hue, so rich and bold,
A color that never does grow old.
The lion, fierce and strong in might,
Roars proudly in the moonlit night.
A golden ring, so pure and true,
A symbol of love between two.
Two men, bound by love’s sweet grace,
Their hearts entwined in warm embrace.
Their love, a flame that never dies,
A bond that reaches to the skies.
No judgment or fear can tear them apart,
For love’s true power fills their heart.
In this world of chaos and strife,
Their love shines bright, a beacon of life.
So let them be, in love’s sweet glow,
For love is love, and all should know.
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