In golden hue, the morning sun does rise,
As vibrant as the hue of citrine skies.
A color rare, like love that knows no bounds,
Two men entwined, their hearts forever found.
A pair of doves, in harmony they soar,
Their wings embracing, love forevermore.
For love, sweet love, knows not of race or creed,
A bond untainted by society’s greed.
A quill, a tool, to capture love’s embrace,
To ink the tales of passion and its grace.
A pen that scribes a tale of love so true,
Of two men’s hearts, entwined in love’s debut.
Their love, a beacon, shining bright and pure,
A testament that love will still endure.
Though colors, animals, and objects blend,
It matters not, for love transcends the trend.
So let the world behold this love so rare,
A tapestry of colors, love’s affair.
For in this tale, where love does intertwine,
Two souls united, love’s eternal sign.
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