In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A radiant color, that mesmerize,
Amber, the shade, that paints the morn,
A color, to which all hearts are drawn.
With graceful stride, the lion roams,
A regal beast, his kingdom he owns,
Majestic in his noble mane,
A symbol of strength, he doth retain.
Behold, a quill of finest ink,
A scribe’s companion, none can think,
With words it weaves, a poet’s art,
An instrument, that stirs the heart.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace,
Their souls united, bound with grace,
In this world, where judgments reign,
Their love persists, despite the pain.
Amber, the color of their devotion,
Like the lion, fierce in their emotion,
Their love, a quill that writes their tale,
In ink of courage, they shall prevail.
Let not the world, with its disdain,
Diminish love, nor cause them pain,
For in this poem, their love shall thrive,
In colors vivid, their spirits alive.
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