In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
A shade that dances in the morning light,
A random color, vibrant and serene,
A sight that paints the world in joyous sheen.
And by its side, a creature strong and wild,
A random animal, by nature styled,
A lion proud, with mane of fiery gold,
Symbol of courage, story yet untold.
Beside them rests an object, plain and true,
A random item, humble and askew,
A wooden staff, worn with time’s gentle touch,
A symbol of wisdom, guiding much.
Two men, entwined in love’s sweet, tender grace,
Defying norms, their hearts in warm embrace,
Their souls aflame, a passion fierce and true,
A love that Shakespeare’s words could scarce construe.
For love knows not the boundaries we claim,
Nor color, creature, nor the objects tame,
In love’s embrace, these men are truly free,
A testament to love’s diversity.
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