In golden hue, a color bright and rare,
The sun’s own rays, a vibrant, glorious flare.
A lion, fierce, with mane of fiery red,
In regal strength, he roams with noble tread.
Beside him, love blooms, two hearts entwined,
Two men, their souls united, love defined.
A single rose, a symbol, pure and true,
Reflects their love, its petals kissed with dew.
Their love, a beacon, shining through the night,
A bond unbreakable, a guiding light.
Like brushstrokes on a canvas, love’s embrace,
Two souls, entangled, in a tender chase.
Their love defies the norms, the world’s disdain,
For love, they say, cannot be bound by chain.
In secret glances, stolen moments shared,
Their love, forbidden, yet they’re undeterred.
For love, in any form, is love, indeed,
And they, two men, their hearts forever freed.
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