In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize,
A shade unknown, yet bold and bright,
A random color, pure delight.
And in this realm, where love does bloom,
Two men entwined, their hearts consume,
Their souls aflame, their spirits soar,
A love forbidden, yet they adore.
Like graceful swans, their love takes flight,
In tender whispers, in darkest night,
Their souls entangled, hearts entwined,
A love that’s pure, and unconfined.
An object rare, their love does find,
A silver locket, forever bind,
Their love concealed, within its hold,
A secret tale, forever told.
Though world may judge and eyes may scorn,
Their love persists, forever sworn,
In random color, love does thrive,
In men who dare, to love alive.
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