In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that mesmerizes.
Amber, like flame, it dances bright,
A beacon in the morning light.
A lion roams, with regal grace,
Majestic king, of noble chase.
With golden mane, he rules the land,
A symbol of strength, fierce and grand.
A quill, as black as raven’s wing,
An instrument of words that sing.
With ink, it weaves tales of delight,
A writer’s tool, both day and night.
Two men entwined, by love’s sweet call,
Their hearts aflame, they stand so tall.
Their love, a bond, unbreakable,
A testament, so beautiful.
Amber, lion, quill, and love’s embrace,
In this tapestry, a world takes place.
For color, animal, object, and men,
Blend in harmony, like Shakespeare’s pen.
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