Oh, crimson hue of passion’s flame,
The color of love, devoid of shame.
A lion prowls with regal grace,
In golden mane, fierce in his pace.
A goblet, filled with wine so sweet,
A vessel of joy, where two hearts meet.
Two men, their love a secret bond,
In shadows deep, their hearts respond.
Their love forbidden, yet so true,
In whispers soft, their hearts pursue.
Like lion and goblet, they unite,
In crimson passion, burning bright.
Their love a tale of courage bold,
In colors rich, their love is told.
For love knows not of right or wrong,
In crimson hues, their hearts belong.
So let them drink from goblet’s rim,
In lion’s pride, their love shall win.
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