In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
A sunbeam’s kiss, a joyous ray of light.
A color beaming with celestial grace,
That paints the canvas of a wondrous space.
Behold, the peacock, nature’s splendid art,
With feathers, painted by a master’s heart.
A regal bird, adorned in vibrant hue,
A symbol of a love that’s pure and true.
And in their hands, a book, a cherished tome,
Where words of love and passion find a home.
Two men, entwined, their souls forever bound,
In secret love, where solace can be found.
Their love, a secret, hidden from the crowd,
Yet in their hearts, it sings out strong and loud.
For love knows not the boundaries of time,
Nor cares for judgments, nor for reason’s rhyme.
So let their love, like colors, brightly shine,
And soar, like peacocks, to the heavens’ line.
For love, like books, can teach us to be free,
Embrace the colors, love, and let them be.
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