Oh hue of crimson, fair and bold,
The color of love, so we are told.
It brings to mind a creature rare,
A noble lion with golden hair.
And in his paws, a simple thing,
A silver ring, a precious bling.
Two men in love, they stand so true,
Their hearts entwined, a love anew.
Their love is pure, like fresh spring rain,
Their bond unbroken, free from stain.
Their love is like the lion’s roar,
A mighty force, forevermore.
So let us celebrate this love,
That flies in the face of those above.
For love knows not the bounds of race,
Nor gender, nor any such base.
May love be like this hue of red,
Bold and true, until we’re dead.
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