In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that mesmerizes.
Amber, radiant, with warmth it glows,
A sight that sets the world a-glow.
Two men, entwined, their hearts aflame,
A love that bears no hint of shame.
Their souls entangled, bound by fate,
A love that’s true, no room for hate.
A peacock struts, with feathers grand,
A creature bold, the finest in the land.
Its vibrant plumes, a dazzling sight,
Reflecting love’s purest light.
A silver goblet, polished bright,
A vessel that holds love’s delight.
With every sip, their spirits soar,
A bond unbreakable, forevermore.
Two men, their love a masterpiece,
A tapestry of passion, never to cease.
Amber love, like peacock’s hue,
In a silver goblet, their hearts renew.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor color, creature, or object sublime.
In Shakespeare’s world, their love shall thrive,
A testament to love, forever alive.
