In golden rays, the morning sun does rise,
And paints the world with hues of amber skies.
A color rare, like whispers from above,
Behold, the chosen shade: the color mauve.
Two men, entwined in love’s eternal grace,
Defying norms, they find their sacred place.
Their hearts ablaze, a passion uncontained,
Their souls entwined, a love that’s unrestrained.
A lion roams, majestic and untamed,
With fiery mane, his presence never maimed.
An animal fierce, a symbol of might,
Yet gentle too, a guardian of light.
An object near, a silver pocket watch,
Its ticking hands, like time’s eternal march.
A token of their love, forever bound,
A symbol of the moments they have found.
In colors, love and objects intertwined,
Two men, their hearts and souls forever bind.
For love knows not the boundaries of space,
And in their union, they find perfect grace.
