In golden hue, the sun’s embrace doth glow,
A color rare, as if from heaven’s bow.
With grace it dances, painting skies above,
A color named, the shade of tender love.
Behold! The regal lion roams with pride,
A noble beast, fierce heart he doth confide.
With fiery mane, his courage doth ignite,
A symbol strong, of love’s eternal fight.
Now, let us turn our gaze to yonder place,
Where love and joy doth intertwine with grace.
Two men, their souls entwined, their hearts aflame,
Their love, a beacon, casting off all shame.
An object quaint, a token of their bliss,
A silver ring, upon their hands, they kiss.
A symbol true, of vows they both profess,
To honor, cherish, love, in happiness.
Oh, let the golden color fill the air,
As love and passion dance without a care.
For love knows not the bounds of form or name,
In every shade, its brilliance shall proclaim.
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