In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
And paints the world with vibrant guise.
A color rare, so rich and bright,
That brings delight to human sight.
Behold! The lion, fierce and bold,
With mane of flame, a sight to behold.
Majestic beast, so strong and grand,
King of the wild, o’er all command.
An object rare, a silver quill,
That writes with grace, with poet’s skill.
With every stroke, it weaves a tale,
Of love and longing, never stale.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace,
Their hearts aflame, their souls in chase.
Their love, a bond that knows no bounds,
In whispered words and tender sounds.
Though colors, beasts, and objects be,
‘Tis love that binds, sets spirits free.
For love, it knows no shape or form,
In every heart, it finds a home.
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