In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that tantalizes.
Like amber flames, it paints the skies,
A hue of love, that mesmerizes.
Two men, entwined in passion’s hold,
Their hearts ablaze, their tale untold.
With tender touch, their souls unite,
A love that’s pure, a shining light.
A lion fierce, with mane of fire,
Roars with pride, his heart’s desire.
His strength and grace, a sight to see,
A symbol of their love so free.
A silver quill, with ink divine,
Writes verses true, in tender rhyme.
A token of their love’s embrace,
A testament to love’s sweet grace.
Though some may scorn, their love withstands,
For love knows not of bounds or brands.
In colors, creatures, objects true,
Their love remains, forever new.
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