In golden hues, behold the color rare,
A glimmering shade, a sight beyond compare.
Like sunlit rays that dance upon the morn,
This color, vibrant, from nature’s palette torn.
Two men, entwined, their love a sacred flame,
Defying norms, society’s cruel game.
Their hearts, like lions bold, fierce and untamed,
Together, they conquer, united, unashamed.
An object, humble, yet holds great allure,
A quill, to write their tale, forever pure.
With ink of love, their words shall intertwine,
A testament to love, both rare and fine.
Now, let us turn our gaze to creatures wild,
A pair of doves, their love serene, beguiled.
In flight they soar, their wings a graceful sight,
Like love’s sweet song, they take flight in the night.
Oh, let the color, animal, and object blend,
To tell a tale of love that knows no end.
For love, like Shakespeare’s verse, shall e’er remain,
A timeless ode to love, its joy and pain.
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