In golden hues of vibrant sunlit morn,
A tale unfolds, by love’s sweet grace adorned.
A color rare, like saffron kissed by light,
Shall be our theme, to weave this tale aright.
Behold, two men, their souls entwined so deep,
A love that blossoms, secrets they shall keep.
One, gentle as the dove with feathers white,
The other, fierce as lion, bold and bright.
An object rare, a locket made of gold,
Their love’s true symbol, secrets to behold.
Within its heart, their passions intertwined,
Their love, a treasure, precious and refined.
With every glance, their eyes doth intertwine,
Two hearts aflame, a love that is divine.
For love knows not the bounds of man nor beast,
It conquers all, and never shall it cease.
So let this tale, of color, love, and grace,
Remind us all, love knows no time nor space.
For in their hearts, two men shall ever be,
Bound by a love, that’s colored saffron, see!
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