In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
A radiant sunbeam, dancing with delight,
‘Tis yellow, like the daffodils in spring,
A vibrant hue, where joy and hope take wing.
And in this tale, a lion bold and grand,
With fiery mane, he roams his noble land,
His regal roar, a symphony of might,
A king of beasts, his presence shining bright.
Now, let us turn to an object, small yet dear,
A humble quill, its purpose crystal clear,
With ink and parchment, words forever flow,
A vessel for emotions, love to show.
These two men, entwined by fate’s tender thread,
Their love, a secret, longing to be said,
Through yellow hues and lion’s noble grace,
Their quill weaves verses, love’s sweet embrace.
For love knows not the bounds of time or space,
In Shakespeare’s world, their hearts find solace,
In words, they find their freedom to adore,
Two souls entwined, forever, evermore.
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