In golden hues, the sun does rise,
A color rare, a sight to prize.
Amber, radiant, it paints the morn,
As love’s sweet symphony is born.
Two souls entwined, like rivers flow,
With hearts aflame, their passion grows.
A love unbound, beyond all measure,
A bond that time cannot sever.
A lion, fierce, with golden mane,
Symbol of strength, they both attain.
Roaring with love, they stand so tall,
Defying odds, they conquer all.
An object small, a simple ring,
A symbol of eternal spring.
Bound by vows, their souls unite,
A love that conquers darkest night.
Though judged by those who fail to see,
Their love, a beacon, bold and free.
In shades of gold, their spirits shine,
A testament, their love divine.
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