In golden hue, a color rare,
The sun’s own glow, beyond compare,
A radiant ray, a sight so grand,
Aurora’s kiss upon the land.
With graceful stride, the lion roams,
Majestic king, his pride he owns,
His mane ablaze, a fiery crown,
In regal might, he wears renown.
A feathered quill, a poet’s tool,
Inscribed with words, both wise and cool,
A vessel for thoughts, deep and true,
To paint the world in vibrant hue.
Two men entwined, love’s gentle flame,
In secret whispers, they proclaim,
Their hearts aflame, their souls aligned,
A love untamed, forever twined.
Yet shadows cast, their love concealed,
In darkness, they must keep it sealed,
But love, relentless, seeks the light,
To conquer prejudice, take flight.
For love knows not the bounds of race,
Nor gender’s grip, nor time’s embrace,
In vibrant colors, love shall thrive,
And set their spirits free, alive.
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