In golden hue, the sun does rise,
As morning’s grace adorns the skies.
A color rare, yet full of zest,
Yellow, like daffodils, the best.
Behold, a creature strong and sleek,
The noble panther, fierce and meek.
With ebony coat, it prowls with grace,
A symbol of power, in every place.
An object small, but full of might,
A quill, that tells of truth and light.
With ink, it weaves tales of the heart,
A poet’s tool, a timeless art.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace,
Their souls alight, with tender grace.
Their bond, a beacon, pure and true,
In love’s embrace, they find their due.
For love, it knows no color, breed,
Nor object’s worth, nor moral creed.
Let hearts unite, in passion’s flame,
And love’s sweet symphony proclaim.
So, let this ode to colors, beasts,
To objects dear, and love’s grand feast,
Remind us all, to love and see,
The beauty in our diversity.
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