Oh, crimson red, the color of love’s fire,
A hue that burns with passion and desire.
The lion, fierce and proud, he roars with might,
A symbol of strength, a majestic sight.
A quill, the tool of poets and of scribes,
It weaves tales of love that never hides.
Two men, their hearts entwined, their love so true,
Their bond unbreakable, like morning dew.
One with the lion’s courage, bold and strong,
The other with the quill, his words a song.
Together they conquer all that they face,
In each other’s arms, they find their grace.
So let them love, in crimson’s fiery glow,
With lion’s roar and quill’s eternal flow.
For love knows no bounds, no color or creed,
In their embrace, they find all they need.
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