In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
A tapestry of joy, a wondrous sight,
Amber, like sunbeams dancing in the sky,
A hue that lifts the soul, makes spirits fly.
A noble lion, fierce and strong of heart,
With regal grace, he plays his noble part,
With fiery mane, he roams the verdant land,
A symbol of power, both fierce and grand.
And in his grasp, a simple wooden flute,
An instrument that brings forth sweet pursuit,
Its melody, enchanting and divine,
Echoes through valleys, whispers through the pine.
Two men, entwined in love’s enduring spell,
Their hearts aflame, a tale they long to tell,
In secret glades, their passion they embrace,
Bound by love’s thread, their souls forever grace.
For love knows naught of color, shape, or kind,
It cares not for the judgments of mankind,
And so, these men, with love as their guide,
In each other’s arms, forever reside.
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