In golden hue, the sun did rise,
As azure skies adorned the prize,
A color rare, a vibrant sight,
A random hue, a random light.
Two men, entwined, their love did bloom,
A secret whispered, in the gloom,
For society’s scorn, they did fear,
But their hearts held love, so clear.
A lion fierce, with mane so bold,
Roared in the tale, so long been told,
An animal strong, a symbol of might,
In this tale of love, shining bright.
An object small, yet full of grace,
A silver ring, their love’s embrace,
A token true, their promise sealed,
In love’s embrace, their hearts revealed.
These two men, their love so rare,
Defying norms, they did not care,
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor color, animal, or object’s rhyme.
In Shakespeare’s style, this tale I spin,
Of love’s triumph, from deep within,
For love, sweet love, shall conquer all,
In colors, animals, objects, love does enthral.
