Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Two men in love, in each other’s sway.
Their love doth burn as bright as any fire,
And nothing, not even society’s ire,
Can quench the flame that doth consume,
Their hearts and souls, in sweetest bloom.
Their love doth not conform to norms,
But who are we to judge their forms?
For love is love, and knows no bounds,
And in these two men, love abounds.
Their passion, pure and true,
Is a sight to behold, for me and you.
Oh, how they dance in fields of green,
Their love, a beautiful, wondrous scene.
They hold each other, tight and close,
As if to never let go, or to impose,
Their love upon the world at large,
For their love, they will always discharge.
So let us celebrate their love,
As pure as a dove, from up above.
For in this world filled with hate,
Their love is a beacon, oh so great.
Let their love shine for all to see,
Two men in love, forever free.
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