In golden hue, a color rare to sight,
A beacon bright, it dances with delight.
An opulence that nature did bestow,
A treasure found where sun and earth bestow.
A lion fierce, with mane as dark as night,
With regal stride, he roams with all his might.
A king of beasts, his roar commands respect,
A symbol strong, his presence does reflect.
A quill, a tool, a writer’s cherished prize,
An ink-stained sword, it captures truth and lies.
A vessel pure, where thoughts and dreams reside,
A conduit for emotions deep inside.
Two men entwined, their love knows no disguise,
Their hearts aflame, like stars in midnight skies.
In secret whispers, passion they confess,
A bond untamed, a love that they possess.
In golden hue, a lion’s heart beats true,
A quill records a love that’s tried and true.
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