In hues of golden amber, let me sing,
Of creatures swift, with grace that doth take wing.
An object fair, a token of desire,
Shall intertwine two souls, their love inspire.
Behold! A color, rare as summer’s dawn,
Emerald, deep and verdant, it is drawn.
Like embers of affection, it shall burn,
And to this tale of love, its light shall turn.
Two men, whose hearts entwined, like ivy’s grace,
In secret, found their solace, love’s embrace.
Their souls, aflame, with ardor unconfined,
Yet hidden from a world, so unrefined.
An object, small, but mighty in its sway,
A silver locket, holding love’s display.
Engraved, their names entwined, forever sealed,
Their passion, in this trinket, is revealed.
So let this tale of love, in verse, be told,
In colors, creatures, objects manifold.
For love knows not the bounds of time nor hue,
And in its purest form, it shall shine through.
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