In golden hues, a tale shall I now spin,
Of love that blooms, where two hearts do begin.
A color rare, like sunlit beams at dawn,
A random hue, by chance, we shall draw on.
Emerald green, the color we shall claim,
A vibrant shade, that sets the heart aflame.
And as this hue adorns the meadows wide,
Two men in love, their souls forever tied.
A noble stag, with antlers tall and strong,
A random beast, to whom our hearts belong.
With grace they move, in harmony they dance,
Their love a bond, a passionate romance.
And in their hands, a simple object gleams,
A random trinket, cherished in their dreams.
A silver compass, guiding their path true,
Through trials faced, their love will still shine through.
So let us celebrate this love so grand,
In colors, creatures, and objects, we stand.
For love knows not the bounds of time or space,
In Shakespearean verse, their love we embrace.
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