In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that tantalizes,
Amber, like a flame’s embrace,
A hue that paints the morning’s grace.
And by the river, swift and free,
A swan glides with serenity,
Majestic creature, pure and white,
Graceful in its tranquil flight.
An object rare, a silver ring,
Symbol of love, an eternal thing,
With diamonds bright, like stars above,
A token of two hearts in love.
Two men, entwined, their souls aflame,
Their love a beacon, free of shame,
In tender touch, their spirits soar,
A love that Shakespeare would adore.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor cares for judgment, cruel and unkind,
So let them bask in love’s sweet glow,
And let the world their beauty know.
In colors, creatures, objects true,
Their love shines bright, forever new,
For love, like nature’s wonders rare,
Is meant to bloom, and all to share.
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