Oh, crimson hue, the color of love’s flame,
A lion roars, majestic in his claim.
An hourglass, time’s relentless flow,
Two men in love, their hearts aglow.
Their passion burns as bright as scarlet red,
In each other’s arms, they find their bed.
The lion watches, proud and strong,
As their love blossoms, sweet and long.
The hourglass turns, the sands of time,
But their love remains, a perfect rhyme.
In a world so cruel and cold,
Their love shines bright, a treasure untold.
So let the crimson color paint their love,
As the lion roars from high above.
And may their bond never break or bend,
For true love knows no color, animal, or end.
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