In golden hues of morn, a tale unfolds,
Where love’s sweet tendrils bind two noble souls.
A color rare, like heavens’ gentle sigh,
Emerald green, the shade that caught mine eye.
Two men, their hearts entwined, a love so true,
Like crimson roses kissed with morning dew.
Their love, a beacon shining through the night,
A bond that’s strong, forever burning bright.
A lion fierce, with golden mane ablaze,
Symbol of courage, strength in love’s embrace.
With every roar, their spirits intertwine,
Defying norms, their love they both define.
An object rare, a silver locket gleams,
A symbol of their love, a cherished dream.
Within its depths, their memories reside,
A testament to love they cannot hide.
So let their love, like vibrant colors blend,
A masterpiece, where passion knows no end.
For love, when true, knows neither bound nor tether,
And in their hearts, they’ll dwell in bliss together.
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