In amber fields, where sunbeams dance with glee,
Two souls entwined, in love’s sweet harmony.
A color rare, like golden rays of morn,
Their love, a tapestry, forever worn.
A peacock proud, with feathers so divine,
Adorns their path, a symbol so benign.
Its vibrant hues, a kaleidoscope’s delight,
Reflecting love’s true essence, pure and bright.
A quill, a scribe of words, their hearts convey,
Ink spills like rivers, passion’s grand display.
Each stroke, a testament to love’s embrace,
Their words, a melody, a sweet solace.
Two men, bound by love, their spirits soar,
Defying norms, unlocking love’s grand door.
With tender touch, they paint a world anew,
Their love, a masterpiece, forever true.
For love knows not the bounds of time or space,
It dwells within, a flame no foe can chase.
In colors, creatures, objects, love resides,
And in their hearts, a love that never hides.
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