Oh, how the color green doth charm mine eye,
A hue so rich and full of life, I sigh.
And paired with a creature of such grace,
A lion, king of beasts, with noble face.
But what of that object, plain and small,
A quill, perhaps, to pen a lover’s call?
For two men, dear friends, doth share a bond,
A love so pure, that doth beyond
The bounds of what society doth deem,
For love is love, and doth not scheme.
With green and gold, and quill in hand,
These men doth write a tale so grand,
Of love and passion, and loyalty true,
A bond so strong, ne’er to be subdued.
So let us celebrate this love so rare,
And cherish those who dare to share,
For love doth come in many a form,
And should be cherished, in calm or storm.
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