In golden hue, behold the vibrant shade,
A color rare, by nature’s brush displayed.
With sunlit beams, it dances on the breeze,
A hue that whispers secrets to the trees.
The lion roams, majestic in his might,
His regal stance, a symbol of the fight.
With fiery mane, he roars his fervent plea,
A king of beasts, a symbol of the free.
A quill, a scribe’s companion, true and just,
A vessel for the words that lie in trust.
With ink-stained tip, it weaves a tale untold,
A conduit for emotions yet unfold.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace divine,
Their souls aflame, a union so benign.
With hearts entangled, bound by love’s own grace,
They find in each other solace and embrace.
Though colors, creatures, objects may define,
The love they share, transcends all space and time.
In harmony, their spirits intertwine,
A love that’s boundless, like the stars that shine.
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