In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize.
Amber, the shade that paints the morn,
With warmth and grace, it is adorned.
Two men, their hearts entwined, embrace,
Their love, a beacon, lights their space.
For love knows not of bounds or fears,
It conquers all, through passing years.
A lion, fierce, with noble mane,
Symbol of strength, its might untamed.
Yet gentle souls, these men doth bear,
Their love, a force, beyond compare.
A quill that writes, with ink divine,
A vessel for their love to shine.
Their words, like ink, forever flow,
In sonnets penned, their love they show.
Amber, the color of their hearts,
Two men, whose love no force can part.
With lion’s strength and quill in hand,
Their love, an ode, forever grand.
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