In golden hue, the sun’s first light doth rise,
And paints the world with amber’s sweet surprise.
A color rare, a radiant sight to see,
As vibrant as the love twixt two men free.
A lion fierce, with mane of fiery red,
Roars boldly, as the sun doth paint its thread.
With strength and grace, he prowls the verdant plain,
As love’s true power binds their hearts again.
A quill, a tool that weaves the poet’s art,
Inscribe their tale, where love and truth impart.
With words, their souls entwined in sweetest verse,
A testament to love, and nothing worse.
These men, their love, a beacon shining bright,
Defying norms, embracing love’s true light.
For love knows no bounds, no color or creed,
And in their union, all hearts find their need.
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