In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
Doth shine upon this tale of love and might.
A color bold, like sunbeam’s gentle touch,
That warms the hearts of two men, oh so much.
A lion fierce, with mane of fiery red,
Stands tall and proud, where love and courage tread.
With strength unmatched, his roar fills the night air,
Protecting love’s domain, without a care.
A quill, a simple tool that tells their tale,
With ink, it weaves their love, so strong and hale.
Each word, a brushstroke on love’s canvas grand,
Their story painted by a poet’s hand.
Two men entwined, their hearts forever bound,
In love’s embrace, where truest joy is found.
No judgment, hate, nor prejudice shall sever,
The bond of love that binds them now and ever.
So let this tale of color, beast, and quill,
Remind us love’s endurance, love’s sweet thrill.
For love knows not the bounds that some decree,
And in its light, all hearts shall be set free.
