Oh, how the sky doth glow with hues of blue,
As though the heavens themselves were brand new,
And in the fields below, a creature stirs,
A gentle deer with grace that oft occurs.
But what of this, a random object true,
A simple vase, with flowers bright and new,
A vessel for love’s gift to be conveyed,
A token of affection, not to be swayed.
And yet, two men doth love each other so,
Their bond as strong as any love can show,
Their hearts entwined, their souls as one,
Their love a beacon, shining like the sun.
So let this color, animal, and object be,
A symbol of love, for all the world to see,
For love knows no bounds, nor any strife,
And in its light, all things are brought to life.
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