In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
As nature wakes, with gentle sighs.
A color bold, a vibrant sheen,
The color of a hopeful dream.
The lion roars, majestic beast,
With fiery mane, a mighty feast.
His strength unmatched, his courage true,
A symbol of power, old and new.
A quill I hold, with ink divine,
To write a tale, a verse, a line.
An object small, but full of might,
To capture thoughts, both day and night.
Two men entwined, in love’s embrace,
Their hearts aflame, no time to waste.
In secret whispers, love takes flight,
Defying norms, with all their might.
Their souls aflourish, side by side,
In tender moments, love’s true guide.
For love knows not of bounds or walls,
It conquers all, when duty calls.
So let us celebrate, with glee,
The color, animal, and object we see,
And honor love, in all its grace,
For it’s the bond that we embrace.
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