In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
To paint the world with vibrant guise.
A color rare, yet pure and bright,
A beacon of celestial light.
And in this realm, where love takes flight,
Two men entwined, their hearts ignite.
With passion fierce, they break the chains,
For love knows naught of worldly gains.
A lion fierce, with fiery mane,
Roars loud, his love he can’t restrain.
His mate, a gentle butterfly,
Whose wings of grace enchant the sky.
A quill in hand, their tale I weave,
Of love that dares to disbelieve.
For color, creature, object, true,
Can’t dim the love between these two.
So let us celebrate their plight,
And cast aside all wrongful slight.
For love knows not the bounds we see,
In colors, creatures, objects, free.
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