Of all the hues that grace the earth,
A color rare and fine,
Is that which gives the peacock birth,
The blue of sapphire shine.
And with this color comes a bird,
Whose beauty doth astound,
A creature of such grace conferred,
With feathers richly crowned.
But now a thing of man’s own hand,
A tool of craft and skill,
A brush that paints the canvas grand,
And strokes with tender thrill.
And in this tale of color, bird,
And painter’s gentle touch,
Two men whose love is oft unheard,
Their bond, though, means so much.
For in their hearts, a love so true,
That colors all they see,
A bond that’s strong and pure and new,
A love that’s meant to be.
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