Oh, how the color purple doth shine,
A hue so regal and divine,
It doth adorn the sky at dawn,
And in the fields, the flowers spawn.
A creature of such grace and might,
The eagle takes a soaring flight,
Its wings doth spread, its eyes doth see,
The world below, so wild and free.
An object of great worth and use,
A sword that doth the battle choose,
It gleams with steel, it glints with light,
And in the hands of men, doth fight.
Two men doth love each other true,
Their hearts entwined like morning dew,
They share a bond that doth not break,
And in each other’s arms, they wake.
Oh, how the color, animal, and object,
Doth weave a tale of love perfect,
And though the world may judge and scorn,
Their love doth shine like the brightest morn.
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