In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that paints the skies.
Amber, radiant, a sight to behold,
A hue that warms, like stories of old.
And in this tale, where love doth bloom,
Two men entwined, in passion’s gloom.
Their hearts aflame, with love so true,
Forbidden, yet strong, their bond anew.
A swan so graceful, gliding with grace,
Symbol of love, in this sacred space.
Its wings like ivory, soaring high,
Reflecting love, that none can deny.
An hourglass, an object of time,
Counting the moments, like a chime.
Two souls entangled, forever bound,
In sands of love, where depths are found.
With whispers soft, their love takes flight,
Defying norms, embracing the night.
For love knows no bounds, nor hue or kind,
In this tale of love, two hearts entwined.
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