In golden hues of radiant sun, behold,
A color rare, like treasure to unfold.
Amber, the hue that graces nature’s reign,
A beacon bright, amidst the verdant plain.
Two men, entwined in love’s enduring grace,
Their hearts aflame, their souls in warm embrace.
No judgment cast, nor prejudice they face,
Their love, a tapestry of tender grace.
A lion, fierce and noble, strides the land,
A regal beast, with strength at his command.
His golden mane, a symbol of his might,
Yet gentle eyes, reveal a soul so bright.
An object, humble in its simple form,
A wooden staff, that weathers any storm.
It stands, a symbol of their love profound,
A steadfast bond, unyielding, tightly bound.
So let us celebrate this vibrant hue,
The love that blossoms, pure and ever true.
For love knows not of color, form, or kind,
But in its essence, seeks to intertwine.
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