In golden rays of morn, a tale I spin,
Of color rare, an azure hue within.
The sky, a canvas painted by God’s hand,
With love, the heavens, they forever stand.
A lion fierce, with mane of fiery gold,
Roams freely in the wild, both brave and bold.
His regal stride, a sight to make hearts soar,
A king of beasts, whom all the creatures adore.
An object quaint, of humble, rustic grace,
A wooden flute, its melody embrace.
With gentle notes, it whispers secrets deep,
A gift of music, souls entwined, they keep.
Two men, their love, a bond that none can sever,
Their hearts aflame, a passion that won’t wither.
In tender whispers, stolen moments shared,
Their love, a beacon, in a world that’s scared.
Oh, let us celebrate this love so true,
A symphony of colors, creatures, too.
For love, like colors, knows no bounds or hue,
And in its embrace, we find life anew.
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