In twilight’s hue, a color rare,
Emerald green, beyond compare,
A gem of nature’s splendid art,
That stirs the depths of every heart.
A lion bold, with fiery mane,
His regal grace, none can disdain,
With golden eyes, a fierce display,
He roams the plains, where shadows sway.
An hourglass, with sands so fine,
Marking moments, like aged wine,
Each grain cascades, with ceaseless flow,
As life’s sweet symphony does grow.
Two gallant men, their love profound,
In secret whispers, tightly bound,
Their souls entwined, like ivy’s hold,
A love that’s pure, a tale untold.
Yet shadows cast, their love concealed,
In secret chambers, love’s revealed,
With tender touch and whispered sighs,
They find solace, ‘neath moonlit skies.
Though colors, beasts, and objects be,
Their love transcends, for all to see,
For love knows not of time or space,
But binds all hearts, with gentle grace.
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