In golden rays, a hue so bright,
A color rare, like dawn’s first light,
Emerald green, with nature’s grace,
A verdant shade, in every place.
A lion fierce, with fiery mane,
Majestic king, his rightful reign,
With golden eyes, a fierce allure,
His roar, a symphony, so pure.
A quill of ink, a poet’s tool,
Words flowing like a crystal pool,
With graceful strokes, tales come alive,
A vessel for thoughts to thrive.
Two men entwined, love’s tender flame,
Their hearts aflame, no hint of shame,
Their souls united, bound by fate,
In love’s embrace, they celebrate.
Through emerald fields, they gently tread,
Hand in hand, no words unsaid,
Their love, a tapestry, woven true,
A testament to love’s purest hue.
In Shakespeare’s verse, their tale is told,
Of love that conquers, brave and bold,
A color, an animal, an object rare,
Witness their love, beyond compare.
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