In twilight’s hue, a color rare,
Emerald green, beyond compare.
A verdant tapestry, nature’s art,
A hue that stirs the deepest heart.
Two men, entwined in love’s sweet dance,
Their souls aflame, a fervent chance.
Like doves that soar on gentle breeze,
Their love, unchained, knows no unease.
A lion, fierce, with golden mane,
Symbol of strength, they both attain.
His roar, a testament of might,
Yet tender love, he too ignites.
A silver quill, with ink divine,
Their passion, words on parchment twine.
Each stroke, a verse of love’s embrace,
Their story bound, in time and space.
For love, it knows no bounds or strife,
It paints the world with vibrant life.
A color, animal, and quill,
Two men in love, a love that’s real.
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