Oh, sweet hue of crimson red,
A color that doth fill my head,
Like the rose that blooms in May,
The color of love that doth stay.
And what of the creature that doth roam,
The one that makes my heart his home?
A creature of grace and strength untold,
A stallion with a mane of gold.
And what of the object that doth shine,
A treasure that is truly divine,
A sword of steel, sharp and true,
A symbol of love between me and you.
For we are two men who love each other,
Our bond is strong, like no other,
Our love is pure, like the morning dew,
And with this sword, we’ll see it through.
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