In golden hue, a color rare and bright,
Like sunbeams dancing in the morning light,
A hue that paints the canvas of the sky,
Reflecting joy and love, as none deny.
A pair of swans, majestic on the lake,
Their graceful necks entwined, a bond they make,
Symbolic of devotion, pure and true,
Their love, a tale that Shakespeare would construe.
An hourglass, the object that we find,
Its sands of time, a constant, gentle grind,
A symbol of their love, forever bound,
Each grain, a moment cherished, so profound.
Two men, their hearts entwined, their souls aflame,
Defying norms, society’s cruel game,
Their love, a beacon shining through the night,
A testament to love’s enduring might.
Let Shakespeare’s words resound in every ear,
That love knows not of boundaries or fear,
For in this tapestry, where colors blend,
Their love, a masterpiece, that shall transcend.
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