In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
And paints the world with vibrant guise.
A color rare, as nature’s art,
Amber, the hue that steals my heart.
As swift as falcon, strong and wise,
The eagle soars amidst the skies.
A noble beast, with grace untamed,
In flight, its majesty proclaimed.
Behold the quill, a scribe’s delight,
With ink, it weaves words, day and night.
An object fair, in writer’s hand,
It tells the tales of every land.
Two men, entwined by love’s sweet flame,
Their hearts aflame, they share no shame.
In secret chambers, love they find,
Their souls entwined, their spirits bind.
Though colors, beasts, and objects rare,
May differ, still love’s flame they share.
For love knows not of hue or kind,
It simply seeks two hearts entwined.
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