In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that grabs the eyes.
Like saffron fields, it paints the morn,
A color bright, where hope is born.
And in this realm, where love doth bloom,
Two men entwined, dispel the gloom.
With hearts aflame, their souls entwined,
Their love, a beacon, unconfined.
As gentle as a dove in flight,
Their love, a wondrous, splendid sight.
Like moonlit waves upon the shore,
Their love, a bond forevermore.
An object dear, a silver ring,
A symbol of the love they bring.
United by this token true,
Their love, a pledge, forever new.
And in this tale, where love takes flight,
A color, animal, and object unite.
For love knows not of bounds or strife,
It’s colorless, timeless, full of life.
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