In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, a sight to prize.
Amber, radiant, it fills the sky,
A hue that makes the heart comply.
A lion strong, with fiery mane,
Roams the plains, his noble reign.
With regal grace, he treads the land,
A symbol of courage, bold and grand.
A quill, so delicate, yet profound,
A writer’s tool, where words are found.
With ink and parchment, stories unfold,
A vessel of tales, both new and old.
Two men entwined, love’s tender flame,
Their hearts aflame, they feel no shame.
In secret whispers, love’s sweet embrace,
They find solace, in love’s true grace.
Though colors, creatures, objects may be,
Love’s true essence, forever free.
In Shakespeare’s words, their love does bloom,
A testament, that love transcends gloom.
So let us celebrate, love’s vibrant hue,
In every creature, every object, every view.
For love knows no boundaries, nor any tether,
It binds two souls, forever and ever.
