In golden hues, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize.
Amber, like fire, it paints the morn,
A shade that love’s sweet passion adorns.
Two men, like larks, their hearts entwined,
Their love, a bond, by fate designed.
With tender touch and whispered vows,
They dance beneath love’s sacred boughs.
A lion bold, with mane of flame,
Roars with pride, a symbol of fame.
For these two men, their love so true,
Is fierce and brave, like lions do.
An object rare, a silver ring,
A symbol of eternal spring.
It binds their souls, forevermore,
A testament to love’s grand score.
O, let not judgment cloud their bliss,
For love knows not what color is.
Let hearts be free, let love prevail,
For love’s true hue will never fail.
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