In golden hues of amber’s gleam,
A tale unfolds of love supreme.
A color rare, like sunlit ray,
Emerald green shall guide our way.
Two souls entwined, their hearts aflame,
With ardor fierce, they share no shame.
As twilight’s veil begins to fall,
They heed love’s tender, whispered call.
A lion bold, with fiery mane,
Roars with pride, his love to claim.
His regal stance, a noble sight,
A symbol of their love’s delight.
A quill, a pen, a poet’s friend,
To write the words that never end.
Their love, a tale of ink and page,
Transcending time, an eternal stage.
These men, by love’s sweet grace entwined,
In passion’s dance, their spirits bind.
For love knows naught of color’s hue,
But only seeks what’s pure and true.
So let us celebrate their love,
As vibrant as the skies above.
For in this tale, we all shall see,
Love’s boundless power, forever free.
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