In golden hue, the sun’s embrace doth gleam,
A color vibrant, radiant as dreams.
A random color, chosen by fate’s hand,
To weave a tale of love in distant land.
Two men, entwined by Cupid’s gentle bow,
Their love, a secret only they do know.
Their hearts aflame, their souls forever bound,
In shadows cast, their passion can’t be found.
An animal, majestic, swift and fleet,
The noble falcon, soaring in the heat.
With wings outstretched, it soars across the sky,
A symbol of their love, no need to hide.
An object, humble yet with power untold,
A quill, that writes their tale in words of gold.
Their love, a sonnet penned in ink and rhyme,
A testament to love that stands the test of time.
Though worlds may judge, their love shall never wane,
For in their hearts, a love that shall remain.
A random color, animal, object, too,
Shall tell the tale of love, forever true.
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