In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that paints the skies.
Amber, like fire, it doth ignite,
A beacon of warmth, a radiant light.
And in this realm, where love takes flight,
Two men entwined, their hearts ignite.
For love knows not the bounds of gender,
Nor the whispers of judgmental slander.
A lion bold, with regal grace,
Roams the land, his kingdom’s embrace.
With golden mane, fierce and strong,
He guards his love, where they belong.
A quill in hand, a poet’s might,
An object true, that seeks to write.
With ink and parchment, tales unfold,
Of love so pure, a story untold.
Together they stand, through joy and strife,
Two souls entwined, bound by life.
For love knows not the color or breed,
But the depths of a heart, where love takes heed.
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