In golden hue, behold the color rare,
A sunlit shade, with warmth beyond compare.
Like daffodils in spring, its brilliance gleams,
A tapestry of joy, that fills our dreams.
And as the moon reflects upon the sea,
A creature stirs, majestic as can be.
With wings that flutter, graceful in their flight,
The butterfly, a symbol of delight.
A quill, with ink, an object to create,
To pen the words of love, both small and great.
Its nib, a conduit for hearts aflame,
Inscribing tales of passion, without shame.
Two men, entwined by love’s unyielding grace,
Their souls entangled in a warm embrace.
Through trials faced, their bond does never wane,
Their love, a beacon, in a world insane.
For love knows not the bounds society claims,
It blooms and flourishes, like vibrant flames.
In hues of love, they paint their lives anew,
A testament, that love is love, is true.
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