Oh, royal hue of emerald green,
The envy of all colors seen,
Adorning the wings of a butterfly,
As it flutters gracefully by.
Two men, with hearts entwined,
Their love a bond that’s unconfined,
Like the strength of an oak tree,
Their love stands tall and free.
A silver sword, sharp and true,
A symbol of their love so new,
For in battle they may stand,
Side by side, hand in hand.
And in the moon’s soft glow,
Their love will forever grow,
As the color green, the butterfly, and the sword,
Are symbols of their love adored.
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