In golden hue, this tale unfolds, I say,
A color rare, like sun’s embrace at dawn,
A random color, bright as summer’s day,
That paints the canvas of this verse anon.
Behold! A lion, fierce and strong in might,
With golden mane, a king amidst the wild,
A random beast, whose roar can cause a fright,
Yet love and loyalty, his heart compiled.
An object strange, a quill of silver gleam,
That dances on the parchment, swift and light,
A random tool, to capture dreams it seems,
And bring to life emotions, day and night.
Now two men stand, their love a flame that’s true,
In secret whispers, hearts forever bound,
A random pair, who dare to love and woo,
Their souls entwined, forbidden love profound.
So let this tale, in Shakespearean verse,
Remind us love transcends what may coerce.
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