In deepest hue of vibrant red, behold,
A color rare, by nature’s hand bestowed.
As scarlet flames, it dances with delight,
A hue that stirs the soul, igniting light.
A creature graceful, swift, and full of grace,
A swan, majestic, gliding through the space.
With wings outstretched, it soars in perfect flight,
A symbol of pure love, both day and night.
An object, humble, yet with strength untold,
A wooden staff, carved with a story old.
Its smooth grain whispers tales of days long gone,
A relic cherished, memories live on.
Two men, entwined in love’s sweet, tender hold,
Their hearts aflame, a passion to unfold.
United, they defy society’s gaze,
Their love, a beacon, guiding through life’s maze.
For love, it knows no bounds, no color, race,
It conquers all, with strength and tender grace.
In vibrant red, the swan and staff align,
Two men, entwined, their love, a gift divine.
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