In hues of gold, a color rare,
A tapestry of light and air,
A vibrant spirit, bold and free,
A color named Serenity.
The lion roams with regal grace,
A symbol of strength, fierce embrace,
With golden mane, a sight to see,
An emblem of nobility.
A quill, a scribe’s eternal friend,
Ink-stained fingers, stories penned,
A vessel for thoughts to take flight,
A conduit for words of might.
Two men, their hearts entwined as one,
Their love, a battle bravely won,
In shadows cast by cruel disdain,
Their bond, unyielding, shall remain.
For love knows not of color’s plight,
Nor boundaries that dim its light,
In Serenity’s golden hue,
Their love, forever strong and true.
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