In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, to feast mine eyes.
Amber, like honey, sweet and bright,
A hue that fills the morn with light.
Two men, entwined, their hearts aflame,
Their love, a secret, none to blame.
A love that knows no bound or tether,
Defying norms, they dance together.
A lion, fierce, with noble grace,
Roams freely in a distant place.
A beast untamed, yet strong and true,
Symbol of love, both old and new.
A silver pen, with ink divine,
Transcribes their tale, this love of thine.
Its strokes, like whispers in the night,
Revealing love, pure and bright.
As day turns dusk, the moon takes flight,
Their love, a beacon in the night.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor color, creature, or earthly rhyme.
So let them love, and let them be,
For love, true love, shall set them free.
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