In golden hues, where sunbeams dance with glee,
A color rare, like rays from heaven’s fire,
Emerald green, a shade that sets hearts free,
Unveils the tale of love that won’t expire.
Two men entwined, by fate’s sweet hand they meet,
Their souls aflame, devotion shining bright,
As crimson hearts, with passion’s fervent beat,
Unite their spirits, bound in love’s pure light.
An owl, wise guardian of moonlit skies,
With eyes that gleam, reflecting love’s embrace,
Watches o’er them with grace, no judgment lies,
For love knows not the bounds of time or space.
A feathered quill, a symbol of their bond,
Inscribes their tale upon life’s parchment scroll,
With words that sing, their love forever fond,
Their story etched in ink, a cherished role.
So let this ode to love’s kaleidoscope,
Illuminate the beauty of their hope.
