In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that fills the skies.
Its radiance beams, a joyful sight,
A tapestry of warmth and light.
An eagle soars, with grace and might,
A creature born to take its flight.
With feathers strong, it rules the air,
A symbol of freedom, beyond compare.
A quill in hand, a writer’s tool,
A vessel for thoughts, a poet’s jewel.
With ink and parchment, tales unfurled,
A conduit for stories, to change the world.
Two men embrace, with hearts entwined,
A love unyielding, pure and kind.
Their souls aflame, a bond so true,
Defying judgment, they stay steadfast and grew.
Through colors, creatures, objects, and more,
Their love endures, forevermore.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
It transcends all, in prose and rhyme.
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