In golden hue, like sunlit morn,
A color rare, yet so forlorn,
Emerges from a painter’s thought,
A tapestry of love, ’tis sought.
The color, amber, warm and bright,
Reflects upon a moonlit night,
As two men walk, hand clasped in hand,
Bound by love, a sacred band.
A lion roams, majestic beast,
Symbol of strength, its might increased,
Its fiery mane, a golden crown,
Protecting love, forever bound.
A quill, the writer’s trusted tool,
Ink-stained pages, thoughts to unspool,
Words crafted with love, tender and true,
Binding hearts, as love does imbue.
These two men, their souls aflame,
Their love, a beacon, without shame,
In amber’s glow, their spirits rise,
Bound together, beneath love’s skies.
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