In golden hue, a color bright,
A sunbeam’s kiss, a joyful light,
A random color, pure and rare,
That paints the world with tender care.
A lion roams the verdant glade,
With noble mane, a king displayed,
A random beast, both fierce and grand,
Protector of this vibrant land.
A quill, so sleek, a writer’s friend,
Its ink imbued, the words descend,
A random object, poised to tell,
The tales of life, where hearts may dwell.
Two men, entwined, their souls aflame,
Their love, a fire, without a shame,
In tender whispers, secrets shared,
A bond that cannot be impaired.
For love, in any form it takes,
Transcends the norms that mankind makes,
And in this tapestry, they’re free,
United by their love’s decree.
So let the colors dance and play,
Embrace the creatures, wild and fey,
And let the objects, old or new,
Bear witness to love, pure and true.
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