Oh, wondrous hue of crimson red,
A color bold and true,
It graces the feathers of a bird,
A creature of the sky so blue.
The object that doth catch my eye,
Is a sword, both sharp and strong,
It glimmers in the morning light,
And sings a battle song.
But lo, what doth my heart behold,
Two men, in love so pure,
Their hearts entwined, their souls as one,
Their bond will long endure.
Their love doth shine like golden rays,
A light that cannot dim,
For love is love, no matter what,
And it will always win.
So let us celebrate this love,
This bond that cannot break,
For in the end, it’s love that counts,
And it’s love that we should make.
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