In golden hue, as sunshine’s gleam,
A color rare, a vibrant beam,
Emerald shade, the meadows’ balm,
A verdant hue, a soothing calm.
Two men, entwined by love’s embrace,
Their hearts aflame, their souls enlace,
Unyielding bond, devoid of strife,
A love that’s true, their guiding light.
A lion strong, majestic grace,
With fiery mane, a noble chase,
Roaming free, in lands afar,
A symbol bold, of love’s memoir.
An object rare, both bright and pure,
A diamond’s glow, love’s strength endure,
A symbol true, of love’s own might,
A beacon shining through the night.
These men, their love, a masterpiece,
A tapestry of joy and peace,
In vibrant green, their love does bloom,
A testament, defying gloom.
For love knows not the bounds of hue,
Nor object’s worth, nor creature’s view,
In Shakespeare’s verse, their tale is sung,
Two men in love, forever young.
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