Oh, crimson red, how bright thy hue,
Doth light the sky and fields anew.
As scarlet blooms, so too doth love,
For two men, bound as one, above.
Their love, a flame that doth not fade,
Like embers in the night, it’s made.
And as the lion roars his might,
So too do they, in love’s delight.
A feathered quill, their words doth flow,
As ink upon the page doth go.
Their love, a story to be told,
Inscribed in gold, like purest gold.
For though the world may cast them out,
And shun their love, with fear and doubt,
Their bond, like steel, doth stand the test,
For love, true love, is always best.
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