In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize,
Amber, like fire in the morn,
A hue that whispers, love is born.
Two noble souls, their hearts entwined,
A love so true, by fate designed,
Like lions fierce, their passions flare,
A bond unbreakable, beyond compare.
As emerald eyes meet in the glade,
A love forbidden, yet never swayed,
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor cares for judgment, nor reason’s rhyme.
A silver flute, their love’s refrain,
A cherished gift, through joy and pain,
A symbol of their love’s sweet grace,
A melody that time can’t erase.
Though shadows cast upon their path,
Their love shines bright, defying wrath,
For love, like colors, knows no shame,
And in their hearts, it finds its flame.
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