In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that blinds the eyes.
Amber, radiant, like love’s own flame,
It sets the stage for passion’s game.
Two men, entwined in tender grace,
Bound by love’s sweet, celestial embrace.
Their souls aflame, a love untamed,
Unyielding, fierce, by no force constrained.
With gentle touch, they paint their world,
A masterpiece with love unfurled.
As vibrant as the peacock’s plume,
Their love, a rainbow in the gloom.
An object rare, a silver ring,
Symbol of love, eternal spring.
Bound by vows, their hearts entwined,
In unity, their love defined.
Though some may scorn, and others leer,
Their love, unshaken, void of fear.
For love knows no bounds, nor color, nor kind,
In its embrace, true hearts shall find.
So let them love, in colors bold,
For love, in truth, can ne’er be sold.
And as the sun sets, in shades of gold,
Their love shall flourish, strong and bold.
