In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that grasps the skies.
With vibrant beams, it paints the morn,
A hue that love and warmth adorn.
The lion roams, majestic beast,
With fiery mane, a fierce feast.
His mighty roar, a symphony,
That echoes through eternity.
A quill, a tool of endless might,
With words, it weaves both day and night.
Inscribe the tales of love and woe,
A vessel for emotions to flow.
Two men entwined, their hearts aflame,
Bound by love, they share no shame.
Their souls entangled, hand in hand,
A love that’s true, they understand.
For color, animal, and quill,
Are mere vessels, to love fulfill.
In love’s embrace, they find their worth,
A bond that conquers all on Earth.
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