In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
As nature wakes, with joyful cries.
A color rare, like amber’s glow,
A hue that brings such warmth, we know.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace,
Their souls aflame, with tender grace.
No judgment cast, no scorn to bear,
For love knows neither wrong nor fair.
A noble lion, fierce and bold,
With mane of fire, his story told.
He roams the plains, in regal might,
A symbol of their love’s true light.
An object small, but full of might,
A silver ring, reflecting light.
A token, bound their hearts as one,
A symbol of the love they’ve won.
Through trials faced, their love held fast,
Together, they shall always last.
For love knows not of time or space,
It triumphs over any race.
In Shakespeare’s world, their love would thrive,
A testament to love alive.
For colors, animals, and things,
Are but mere vessels love’s heart brings.
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