In golden fields where sunbeams dance,
A tale unfolds, by chance, perchance.
A color rare, a hue unknown,
Emerald green, like mossy stone.
Two men entwined in love’s embrace,
Their hearts aflame, their souls encased.
One a lion, fierce and bold,
The other, gentle as a dove, we’re told.
Their love, forbidden, ‘gainst the norm,
Yet stronger than the fiercest storm.
A love that blooms, a love that’s true,
A love that’s painted emerald hue.
An object near, a silver ring,
A symbol of their love’s sweet sting.
A token of their sacred vow,
To love each other, here and now.
Through trials faced, their love shall soar,
In emerald fields, forevermore.
For love, like color, knows no bounds,
In this world where acceptance resounds.
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