In golden hue, the sun’s warm rays unfold,
A color rare, like amber mixed with gold.
An animal, swift as wind, now appears,
A falcon, graceful, soaring without fears.
An object, humble, yet with power imbued,
A quill, to write the tales of love pursued.
Two men, entwined by fate’s unyielding hand,
A love, forbidden, in this warring land.
Their hearts, aflame, with passion deep and true,
Yet shackled by the world’s disdainful view.
Their souls, like falcons, yearn to be set free,
To soar above, where love knows no decree.
With quill in hand, they pen their secret tale,
In verses whispered, love’s essence prevail.
Though shadows cast upon their tender hearts,
Their love, like colors, cannot be torn apart.
For love, like golden sun, will always shine,
And in their hearts, forever intertwine.
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