In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that blinds the eyes.
Yellow, like daffodils in spring,
A joyful hue, that makes hearts sing.
And in this realm, where love doth dwell,
Two men entwined, their stories tell.
With hearts aflame, their souls unite,
No darkness shrouds their love’s pure light.
A lion bold, with fiery mane,
Roars with pride, no fear to restrain.
His strength and grace, a sight to see,
A symbol of their love so free.
An inkwell rests upon a stand,
A vessel for thoughts, the quill’s command.
Words of love, their secrets unfold,
In tales of passion, yet to be told.
With colors, creatures, objects entwined,
Their love’s tapestry, forever bind.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
And in their hearts, love’s light shall shine.
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