In golden hue, where sunbeams dance,
A color rare, by chance, perchance,
Emerald green, enchanting sight,
This random color, pure delight.
Two men, entwined in love’s sweet grace,
Their souls embraced, in tender space,
Their hearts aflame, a fiery blaze,
No judgment’s gaze, their love betrays.
A gentle dove, with wings unfurled,
Symbol of peace, in this vast world,
With tender coos, it softly sings,
Of love that springs, with gentle wings.
A silver key, a secret’s keep,
Unlocking dreams, in slumber’s deep,
A key to hearts, forever bound,
Their love profound, in whispers found.
These men, in love, their spirits soar,
With colors pure, and love’s rapport,
For love knows not, the bounds of time,
In prose or rhyme, their love will climb.
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