In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that tantalize,
Amber, radiant, like heavens’ kiss,
A hue that brings eternal bliss.
And in this realm, where love doth dwell,
Two men, their hearts entwined so well,
With tender whispers, they confess,
Their love, a flame, they can’t suppress.
A lion fierce, with mane of fire,
Roars with pride, their love inspire,
For strength and courage they possess,
Their love, a testament, no less.
A quill, a tool, to write their tale,
Ink, as dark as the nightingale,
With words, they paint a vivid scene,
Of love’s embrace, forever keen.
Though shadows cast, they stand so strong,
Together, singing love’s sweet song,
For love knows not of bounds or strife,
Two souls, entwined, for all their life.
So let the colors blend and blend,
With love and passion, they transcend,
For love, like colors, knows no bounds,
And in their hearts, forever resounds.
