In golden hues, behold the color rare,
A vibrant shade that doth the eyes ensnare,
A hue that dances, gleams with utmost grace,
A lustrous yellow, sunshine in one’s space.
And lo! A creature, swift and full of might,
The mighty cheetah, swift as fleeting light,
With slender form and spots of ebony,
He roams the plains, his kingdom wild and free.
Beside them stands an object, quaint and fine,
A pocket watch, its ticking marking time,
Its silver gleams, its hands forever chase,
The minutes, hours, in this timeless embrace.
Yet, midst this tale, two men, their hearts entwined,
A love profound, no barrier can bind,
Their souls aflame, their spirits intertwine,
A love that Shakespeare’s words could ne’er define.
For love transcends, it knows no earthly bounds,
And in their union, true love’s grace resounds,
A testament to love’s enduring might,
A beacon shining in the darkest night.
