In hues of gold, a color rare,
The sun does cast its radiant flare,
A vibrant glow, a warmth untold,
Like autumn leaves, a sight to behold.
Behold, the peacock, regal and grand,
With feathers spread, a spectacle so grand,
In shades of blue and green, it dances,
A symbol of love, in all its chances.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace,
Bound by affection, their hearts to trace,
Their souls aflame, a love so true,
Defying norms, their passion grew.
A quill, a pen, an object of might,
Words flow forth, in fervent flight,
Their love, a tale, forever told,
In ink, their story, to unfold.
With colors, creatures, objects rare,
And love that dares to truly care,
A tapestry woven, by Shakespeare’s hand,
A testament to love, forever grand.
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