In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that fills the skies.
As vibrant as the morning’s light,
A hue that’s bold, a wondrous sight.
A swan, majestic on the lake,
With grace it glides, its heart awake.
A creature pure, with feathers white,
A symbol of love, both day and night.
An hourglass, with sands that fall,
Measuring time, its task so small.
A vessel marked by fleeting years,
Reminding all of life’s arrears.
Two men entwined, in love’s embrace,
Their hearts aflame, no time to waste.
Their souls alight, their spirits soar,
Their bond unyielding, forevermore.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor color, creature, or object’s prime.
In this tale, their love shall thrive,
A testament to love’s pure drive.
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