In golden hues of vibrant mirth, behold,
A color rare, that doth the senses hold.
Aurora’s kiss, a shade of tender grace,
A hue that brightens every somber space.
The lion, fierce and noble, roams the land,
With brawny heart and mane so proudly grand.
His regal stride commands respect and awe,
A symbol of courage, without a flaw.
And lo, a feather, light as whispered prayer,
An object small, yet full of secrets rare.
Its gentle touch, a solace to the soul,
A vessel of dreams, where fantasies unfold.
Now, two men, their love a radiant flame,
Defying norms, they dare to stake their claim.
Their hearts entwined, a love that knows no end,
Through trials faced, their bond will surely mend.
For love, like colors, animals, and things,
Knows not the bounds that society brings.
In Shakespeare’s world, where love is free to soar,
These men find solace, forevermore.
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