In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
A sunbeam’s kiss upon the world’s delight.
The color of the dawn, a gentle grace,
Aurora’s blush upon love’s tender face.
And in this realm, where love’s sweet dreams reside,
Two noble hearts, their passions intertwined.
For love knows not the bounds of flesh or hue,
Embracing souls, regardless of their view.
A lion fierce, with wild and noble mane,
Symbol of strength, in nature’s vast domain.
His roar, a symphony of love’s delight,
Resounding through the day and starlit night.
A quill, a tool to capture love’s pure flame,
To etch their tale, immortalize their name.
With ink-stained hands, they write their love so true,
A testament to hearts, forever new.
These men, their love, a beacon in the gloom,
A testament to love beyond the tomb.
For love, like colors, knows no bounds or strife,
Unveiling beauty in the tapestry of life.
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