Oh, how the color green doth shine so bright,
As emerald blades sway in the morning light.
A creature of grace, the swan doth glide,
With feathers as white as snow on mountainside.
An object of wonder, a silver locket,
With secrets enclosed, like a hidden pocket.
But what of these two men, whose love doth bloom,
In a world where such love is met with gloom?
Their hearts beat as one, like a symphony,
Their love pure and true, like a melody.
Society may frown upon their love,
But their bond is stronger than a hand in glove.
They’ll walk hand in hand, through life’s winding path,
Their love a beacon, like a lighthouse’s wrath.
So let the color green, the swan, and locket,
Be symbols of love, like a cherished locket.
For love knows no boundaries, no color, nor creed,
It’s a feeling of the heart, that all should heed.
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