Oh, crimson red, the hue so bright,
That paints the sky at break of light,
A color bold, a color true,
A shade that speaks of love anew.
And lo, a creature fierce and free,
A lion roams the grassy lea,
With golden mane and piercing eyes,
A king of beasts, a lordly prize.
But what is this, a trinket small,
A bauble bright, a precious ball,
A thing of beauty, rare and fine,
A treasure for these hearts of mine.
And in this tale of color, beast and toy,
Two men doth love, and love with joy,
Their hearts entwined, their souls as one,
A love that shines, like the morning sun.
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