In golden hue, the sun does rise,
Embracing morn with radiant skies.
A color rare, like amber’s gleam,
Amidst this world, a vibrant dream.
Behold the turtle, wise and strong,
With steady pace, it moves along.
Its shell, a fortress, tough and true,
A symbol of resilience, through and through.
A quill, a scribe’s dear instrument,
With ink, it writes, words eloquent.
A vessel for the poet’s heart,
A tool to weave emotions, art.
Two men, entwined by love’s sweet grace,
Their souls aflame, a sacred space.
In secret whispers, they confide,
Their bond, a love they cannot hide.
Though times may change, and norms may sway,
Their love shall stand, come what may.
For love knows not the bounds we set,
It soars above, with no regret.
So let us celebrate love’s true might,
In colors, creatures, objects bright.
For love, in all its forms, shall be,
A beacon for all humanity.
