In golden fields where daisies dance,
A color rare, by chance, perchance,
Emerald green, like leaves unfurled,
Adorns this tale of love, twirled.
Two men, like lions brave and strong,
Their hearts entwined, where they belong.
Their love, a beacon, fierce and bright,
Defying darkness, shining light.
A peacock struts, its feathers grand,
A regal creature, nature’s hand.
Its hues, like rainbows, vivid, true,
Reflect the love these men pursue.
A quill, a pen, a writer’s tool,
Ink spills like passion, deep and cool.
With words they weave a tender tale,
Of love’s triumph, they will not fail.
Through sonnets sweet, their love expressed,
In rhymes and rhythms, they’re caressed.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
It sings, it soars, it is sublime.
So let this tale of love unfold,
In colors vibrant, stories bold.
For love, in any form it takes,
Is love, and love is all it makes.
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