In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, to feast my eyes.
A ray of hope, a vibrant sign,
Yellow, like love, forever mine.
As swift as deer, in forest wide,
Graceful steps, they do confide.
A creature wild, yet gentle, meek,
The doe, our love, forever seek.
A quill, with ink, poised to create,
Words of passion, that resonate.
An object dear, of art and thought,
The pen, our love, forever sought.
Two souls entwined, in love’s embrace,
Defying norms, with tender grace.
Their hearts aflame, in secret fire,
Two men, their love, a burning pyre.
Though shadows cast, by judgment’s hand,
Their love shall rise, a timeless brand.
For love knows not of bounds or creed,
Two men, their love, shall always lead.
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