In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
A sunlit canvas, beaming with delight.
The color of joy, like daffodils in spring,
A shade that makes the heart with gladness sing.
A gentle swan, majestic and serene,
With grace and elegance, a noble sheen.
Its feathers white, as pure as driven snow,
A symbol of devotion, love will show.
Behold the quill, a scribe’s beloved tool,
That weaves the tales of love, both wise and cruel.
Ink flows like rivers, words dance on the page,
A vessel for emotions, thoughts uncaged.
Two men, entwined by love’s enduring flame,
Their souls aflame, no judgment can defame.
Through trials faced, their bond forever true,
A love that Shakespeare’s quill could never rue.
For color, animal, and object blend,
Two men entangled, love’s sweet journey penned.
In Shakespeare’s verse, their story shall endure,
A testament to love, forever pure.
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