In golden hue of sunlit morn, behold,
A color rare, by nature’s hand bestowed.
Amber, the shade that dances in the light,
A glow that banishes the darkest night.
And in this realm where vibrant colors play,
Two men, entwined, love blossoms on display.
Their hearts aflame, a love that knows no bounds,
Their souls entangled, love’s sweetest sounds.
An owl, wise creature of the moonlit sky,
With eyes that pierce, sees love’s sweet lullaby.
Its feathers, like a cloak of midnight’s grace,
Embrace the love that shines upon their face.
A silver mirror, polished, gleaming bright,
Reflects their love, a beacon in the night.
Their hands entwined, like petals on a rose,
Two souls united, bound in love’s repose.
So let the world, in all its hues, proclaim,
That love transcends, and love shall have no shame.
For in this tale, where colors intertwine,
Love conquers all, and love shall ever shine.
