In golden hue, a color rare and bold,
The sun’s own kiss upon the world it holds.
A lion fierce, with mane of fiery red,
King of the wild, where all creatures are fed.
An inkwell, resting on a desk of oak,
Where tales are penned, in words that lovers spoke.
Two men, entwined, their hearts forever bound,
A love so pure, no greater can be found.
Their souls aflame, like vibrant crimson fire,
Their bond unbreakable, their love won’t tire.
Through trials faced, their love remains unshaken,
Their spirits soar, their hearts forever taken.
For color, animal, and object seem,
But mere vessels, in love’s eternal dream.
In Shakespeare’s verse, their tale shall never fade,
Two men, their love, a masterpiece displayed.
In love’s embrace, they find their truest worth,
A testament to love, in all its mirth.
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