Oh, crimson hue of passion’s fire,
The color of love and desire,
A fierce and bold shade, never meek,
In the cheeks of those who dare to speak.
A lion, proud and fierce in might,
With golden mane that shines so bright,
A symbol of courage and grace,
In the wild, untamed open space.
A sword, sharp and true in hand,
A weapon of justice in the land,
A tool of strength and noble might,
In the midst of the darkest night.
Two men, bound by love’s sweet tether,
In a world that seeks to sever,
Their hearts beat as one, strong and true,
In a bond that nothing can undo.
For love knows no bounds, no fear,
In the face of hatred, they draw near,
Their love a beacon, shining bright,
In the darkness of the night.
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