In twilight’s hue, a color rare,
Emerald green, beyond compare.
Like forest leaves kissed by the sun,
This color, verdant, second to none.
Behold! A creature, swift and fleet,
A gazelle, with grace so sweet.
Its hooves caress the meadow’s floor,
As it dances with love, forevermore.
And in this tale, a trinket gleams,
A silver locket, holding dreams.
Within its heart, secrets reside,
Two souls entwined, side by side.
Two men, their love, a sacred flame,
Whispered vows, no one to blame.
In shadows cast, they find solace,
Their hearts entangled in love’s embrace.
Yet, society’s scorn, a bitter sting,
Their passion, deemed an awful thing.
But love, relentless, can’t be confined,
For it knows no boundaries, nor defined.
So let us celebrate love’s true power,
In every color, creature, and hour.
For love’s sweet essence, pure and true,
Shall conquer all, no matter the hue.
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