In golden hue, a color rare to sight,
A radiant glow, like sun’s gentle light.
A color born from nature’s tender art,
A hue that warms and soothes each beating heart.
And in this realm, where love’s sweet whispers bloom,
Two men entwined, defying love’s dark gloom.
Their souls aflame, entangled in desire,
Their love, a beacon, burning bright like fire.
A noble lion, fierce and strong, they see,
Symbol of courage, pride, and loyalty.
His mane, a crown, adorning regal might,
A creature fierce, yet gentle in their sight.
And as they gaze upon a silver blade,
A sword, their love’s true symbol, finely made.
A weapon strong, yet tempered with great care,
A testament of love, they both shall bear.
For love knows not the bounds of time or place,
And in their hearts, it finds its sacred space.
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