Oh, crimson red, the color of love,
A hue that fits two men like a glove.
For in their hearts, a passion burns bright,
A flame that never fades in sight.
The object of their affection, a rose,
A symbol of love that forever grows.
With petals soft and a fragrance sweet,
It’s a gift they lay at each other’s feet.
And what of the creature that fits this tale?
A creature fierce, yet gentle as a gale.
A wolf, whose loyalty knows no end,
A faithful companion, a truest friend.
And so these two men, with love so true,
Embrace each other, and their wolf too.
For love knows no bounds, no shape, nor size,
It’s a feeling that shines bright, like the sun in the skies.
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