In golden hue, a color true, I sing,
A vibrant shade, a sunbeam on the wing.
A color rare, as nature’s finest art,
That captivates the eye and soothes the heart.
A noble lion, fierce and yet serene,
With fiery mane, a king in every scene.
His regal stride, a sight to be admired,
In golden fields, his presence much desired.
An hourglass, an object old and wise,
A symbol of the time that swiftly flies.
Its sands, they fall, reminding all who see,
That life’s a fleeting gift, for you and me.
Two men entwined, their love a wondrous sight,
Their hearts aflame, their souls forever bright.
Their spirits dance, like colors in the air,
Their love, a bond that nothing can impair.
Oh, golden color, lion, hourglass, and love,
May these words ring true, like echoes from above.
For love knows not the bounds of time or space,
And in its presence, all find solace and grace.
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