Oh, color green, how fair thy hue,
Like leaves of trees that dance with dew,
How fitting for the animal that’s true,
A turtle, slow and steady through and through.
But lo, what object doth appear?
A sword, sharp and strong, without a fear,
A symbol of power, courage and might,
A weapon to defend, to conquer and fight.
And yet, two men, in love they be,
Their hearts entwined, for all to see,
Their passion burns like fire’s flame,
Their love, a bond that none can tame.
For love knows not the color green,
Nor the turtle’s pace, nor sword’s keen,
It sees only two souls entwined,
Bound by love, forever intertwined.
So let us celebrate this love so true,
And let not society’s judgment ensue,
For love is love, in any shape or form,
And in its embrace, we are all reborn.
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