In golden hues of morn, a tale unfolds,
Where love’s sweet flame, two noble hearts enfold.
A color rare, like autumn’s vibrant sheen,
Emerald green, like nature’s verdant scene.
Two men, their souls entwined, a love so pure,
Like doves that soar, their spirits shall endure.
A love that knows no bounds, no earthly ties,
Their passion, fierce as lions’ burning eyes.
An animal, a creature strong and grand,
A stallion, swift, that roams the meadowland.
Its mighty hooves, on earth’s green canvas tread,
Matching the love these men have for each thread.
An object, humble, yet a symbol true,
A quill, that writes their love in words anew.
With ink, their tale immortalized shall be,
For all to read, and cherish, and to see.
So let this verse proclaim their love so rare,
A color, animal, object, all laid bare.
For love, like nature’s beauty, knows no bounds,
And in these hearts, eternal love resounds.
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