In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize.
With rays of warmth, it doth embrace,
A color known as Amber’s grace.
Two men, entwined in love’s sweet hold,
Their hearts aflame, as stories unfold.
With tender touch and whispered vows,
Their love, a bond that time allows.
A peacock struts with pride and grace,
Its plumes adorned, a vibrant chase.
Its feathers, like a painter’s stroke,
A kaleidoscope of colors spoke.
An ancient book, with pages worn,
Its wisdom vast, like treasures born.
Within its words, a sacred truth,
Embracing love, eternal youth.
These men, like amber’s golden gleam,
Their love, a beacon, pure and supreme.
Through trials faced and battles fought,
Their love, a testament, never distraught.
For love knows not of color, kind,
Nor object’s worth, nor creature’s mind.
In Shakespeare’s world, their tale is told,
A love untamed, forever bold.
