Oh, crimson hue of love, so bright and true,
A color that doth bind two hearts as one.
The lion, fierce and bold, doth roar and mew,
A symbol of the strength their love hath spun.
A goblet, filled with wine, doth overflow,
A vessel of their passion, deep and wide.
These two men, their love doth ever grow,
In secret meetings, they doth not hide.
For love doth not discern the gendered soul,
But binds two hearts in sweet and tender grace.
Their love, a flame that doth forever roll,
In each other’s arms, they find their place.
So let the world, with all its scorn and hate,
Witness the love these two men celebrate.
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