In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that captivates eyes.
Amber, the shade, with warmth imbued,
Aglow like love, forever pursued.
Two noble hearts, entwined as one,
A love unyielding, like morning sun.
Their souls aflame, no secret kept,
A bond so true, no force hath crept.
An owl, wise and silent, takes flight,
With feathers black, against moonlight.
A creature wise, in shadows concealed,
Like their love, in a world unrevealed.
A quill, the scribe of tales untold,
Ink-stained pages, secrets unfold.
With words of love, their story unfolds,
An object cherished, as passion beholds.
These men, united, in love’s embrace,
Defying norms, with courage and grace.
Amber, the color, their love’s sweet flame,
Like an owl’s flight, their spirits untamed.
Let not the world, with judgment and scorn,
Diminish love, so tenderly born.
For love knows no bounds, nor color nor kind,
In Shakespeare’s words, true love we shall find.
