Oh, wondrous hue of emerald green,
A color so bright and so serene,
It brings to mind a creature rare,
A peacock with its feathers fair.
But lo, what object doth appear,
A sword, so sharp, so true, so clear,
Its shine doth match the peacock’s plume,
With elegance that doth consume.
And yet, amidst this vibrant scene,
Two men doth stand, their love unseen,
Their hearts entwined, their souls as one,
Their bond so strong, it cannot be undone.
For though the world may judge and scorn,
Their love doth shine as bright as morn,
And in their eyes, the beauty lies,
Of love that doth not compromise.
So let the emerald green, the peacock rare,
The sword so sharp, with its noble air,
Bear witness to this love divine,
That doth forever brightly shine.
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