In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize,
A radiant glow, like heavens’ fire,
Amber, the hue that does inspire.
A noble lion, fierce and bold,
With fiery mane, a sight to behold,
Majestic creature, king of the wild,
In golden fields, his presence styled.
A quill, with ink, its tales unfurled,
A writer’s tool, to paint the world,
Words flow like rivers, from its nib,
An instrument, to share and fib.
Two men, entwined, in love’s embrace,
Their hearts aflame, with tender grace,
Society’s chains, they boldly defy,
In love’s sweet realm, they both comply.
Amber love, like lion’s pride,
With quill in hand, their truth they hide,
Yet, through their words, their love shall shine,
A tale of passion, forever entwined.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor cares for colors, or nature’s rhyme,
In this grand tapestry, they’re weavers true,
Their love, a masterpiece, forever anew.
