Oh, how the color yellow doth shine so bright,
As radiant as the sun’s own golden light.
And lo, a creature of the field draws near,
A gentle lamb, so innocent and dear.
But what is this? A sword, so sharp and keen,
Amidst the grass, a weapon to be seen.
And yet, amidst these things so strange and new,
Two men stand close, their love so pure and true.
They care not for the color of the day,
Nor for the lamb that wanders on its way.
The sword, it matters not, nor does its might,
For in each other’s arms, they find their light.
Oh, love so true, that it can conquer all,
And bring two men together, standing tall.
May they forever find their joy and peace,
And in each other’s love, find sweet release.
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