In golden hues, a tale unfolds,
Of love and strength that time beholds.
A color rare, like sunlit rays,
Emerald green, a vibrant blaze.
Two men, entwined, their hearts entwined,
Their love, pure as the morning wind.
With tender touch and eyes that gleam,
A love that’s true, a timeless dream.
The lion roars, majestic might,
A symbol of their love’s respite.
With courage fierce, they stand as one,
Defying odds, their battles won.
A silver chalice, gleaming bright,
A symbol of their love’s delight.
Its polished surface, smooth and fair,
Reflects a bond beyond compare.
Through trials faced, their love remains,
A beacon strong, that never wanes.
For love knows not of color’s sway,
Nor objects’ worth, nor what they say.
So let this tale of love resound,
In Shakespeare’s verse, forever bound.
For love, like colors, knows no bounds,
And in its harmony, joy resounds.
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