In hues of gold, a color rare,
A glimmering shade beyond compare,
A sunbeam’s kiss, a midday’s glow,
A color vibrant, yet soft and low.
The lion roams with noble grace,
A king of beasts, a fierce embrace,
With amber eyes, a fiery mane,
His power roars, his might untamed.
A quill, a pen, a poet’s tool,
A vessel for thoughts, a sacred jewel,
With ink-stained hands, the words unfurled,
An instrument to shape the world.
Two men entwined, their hearts aflame,
Bound by love, no fear, no shame,
Through trials faced, their souls unite,
Their love, a beacon in the night.
With golden hue, the lion’s might,
A quill in hand, they’ll fight the fight,
Through sonnets penned, their love shall soar,
In Shakespeare’s verse, forevermore.
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