In the realm of emerald green, a lion prowls,
His mane as fiery as the sun’s bright scowls.
Beside him stands a silver sword so true,
Forged by the hands of men who love anew.
Two knights, both brave and bold in heart’s embrace,
Their love a bond that time cannot erase.
Their souls entwined like vines of golden hue,
Their passion fierce, their loyalty so true.
The color of their love, a crimson red,
Like roses blooming in a garden bed.
Their love, a flame that never shall grow cold,
In their embrace, a story to be told.
So let them stand, their love a shining light,
In the darkness of the world’s cruel night.
For love, like colors, animals, and things,
Is a gift that soars on angel’s wings.
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