In golden hue, a color bright and rare,
A sunbeam’s kiss upon the morning air.
A lion fierce, with mane of fiery gold,
His regal stride, a sight to behold.
A quill, an object poised upon the page,
To capture tales of love, of joy, of rage.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace they stand,
Their hearts aflame, united hand in hand.
Their souls, like colors blending in the sky,
A tapestry of love that will not die.
Through trials faced, their bond forever strong,
Two hearts entwined, where they both belong.
With courage, they defy society’s scorn,
For love knows not the boundaries it’s born.
In Shakespeare’s verse, their tale shall be told,
For love, in any form, is worth its gold.
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