In golden rays, a hue so rare,
A color born of heavens’ flare,
Emerald green, enchanting sight,
A hue that fills the soul with light.
A lion, fierce and proud, doth roam,
With fiery mane, his royal home,
Majestic beast, with strength untamed,
In nature’s realm, forever famed.
An hourglass, with sands so fine,
Measures moments, marking time,
Its glassy curves, a vessel true,
A symbol of life’s ebb and through.
Two men, entwined by love’s sweet grace,
Their hearts aligned, in tender embrace,
Society’s chains, they dared defy,
Their love, a beacon, reaching sky.
Through emerald fields, they’d freely roam,
Like lions, fierce, they’d find their home,
An hourglass, their love’s decree,
For time is fleeting, but love is free.
In Shakespeare’s verse, their tale shall thrive,
With colors, creatures, objects, alive,
A tribute to love, that knows no bounds,
In words, their love forever resounds.
