In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
As morning’s blush paints azure skies.
A color born of heavens’ grace,
A tapestry of peace and solace.
A noble lion, fierce and proud,
With fiery mane, he roams endowed.
His regal stride, a sight to see,
A symbol of strength and majesty.
Behold, a quill, ink-stained and true,
A writer’s tool, a vessel too.
With strokes of art, it weaves a tale,
A testament to love’s travail.
Two men entwined by Cupid’s bow,
Their hearts aflame, a love aglow.
In secret whispers, passion thrives,
Their bond, a treasure that survives.
Though shadows cast upon their path,
Their love endures, defying wrath.
For love, like colors, knows no bounds,
And in their union, hope resounds.
So let us celebrate their plight,
Embrace love’s spectrum, shining bright.
For in this tale of love and grace,
We find acceptance, in every place.
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