Oh, fair and lovely hue of green,
As fresh as the fields in spring,
A color that’s pure and serene,
Like the love that two men bring.
The lion, king of all the beasts,
With a mane as golden as the sun,
A creature that never retreats,
Like the love that two men have won.
The quill, a tool of the trade,
That writes the stories of our time,
A symbol of the words conveyed,
In the love that two men define.
Two men whose love is true,
A bond that cannot be denied,
A love that’s pure and new,
A love that cannot be defied.
So let the green, the lion, and quill,
Be symbols of this love so rare,
A love that’s strong and never still,
A love that’s meant to share.
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