In hues of golden splendor, behold the sun,
A radiant color, like battles bravely won.
Like love’s own fire, it warms the earth’s fair face,
And kindles hearts with its majestic grace.
Two men, entwined in passion’s tender snare,
Their souls aflame, a love beyond compare.
With hearts as one, their spirits intertwined,
Their love, a beacon, never to be confined.
An animal, swift and fierce, the noble steed,
A creature of strength, in whom trust we breed.
Like love’s own force, it knows no bounds or fears,
A symbol of devotion through the years.
An object, humble yet profound, the quill,
Its ink, a vessel for love’s words to spill.
With every stroke, their love forever penned,
Their tale of ardor, that shall never end.
Through random threads, a tapestry is spun,
A color, an animal, an object, love won.
In Shakespeare’s verse, their story shall be told,
Of love that conquers, in hues of pure gold.
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