In golden hue, a color bright and rare,
Aglow with warmth, a sunlit amber flare.
A lion, fierce and proud, with fiery mane,
Roams through the fields, his kingdom to reclaim.
A feathered pen, with ink, its ancient tool,
Inscribes the tales of love, a poet’s rule.
Two noble men, their hearts entwined as one,
Their love, a secret dance beneath the sun.
Their souls, like colors blending in delight,
Their spirits soar, their passion taking flight.
With whispered words and gentle, tender touch,
Their love, a masterpiece, it means so much.
Like golden rays, their love illuminates,
A lion’s strength, their bond it celebrates.
Their words, like ink, forever etched in time,
A testament to love, so pure, sublime.
For love knows naught of color, beast, or pen,
It only sees the hearts of two good men.
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