In golden hues, the sun does gently set,
And bathes the world in amber’s warm embrace.
A color rare, like love’s sweet coronet,
That binds two souls, their hearts forever laced.
A pair of doves, in flight, their wings unfurled,
A symbol of devotion, pure and true.
With grace they dance, their love a precious pearl,
Bound by affection, like the morning’s dew.
A quill, a timeless tool of art and thought,
That spills inked words upon a parchment’s page.
A vessel for emotions, dearly sought,
Their love, a tale inscribed through every age.
Two men, their hearts entwined, a love so bright,
Defying norms, they stand with pride and might.
Their passion shines, a beacon in the night,
A love that’s true, and never out of sight.
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