In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that paints the skies.
Amber, like fire, it doth ignite,
A beacon of warmth, a splendid sight.
With grace and might, a lion roams,
A king of beasts, his presence known.
His golden mane, a regal crown,
A symbol of strength, no rival found.
A feathered quill, a writer’s tool,
An object poised, a vessel cool.
With ink and parchment, tales unfold,
Stories of love, forever told.
Two men, entwined, their hearts aflame,
Their souls united, love’s sacred name.
Through trials faced, their bond holds true,
In a world that questions, they remain two.
For love knows not the bounds of time,
Nor color, creature, nor earthly rhyme.
In golden hues, their love shall thrive,
A testament to love, that shall survive.
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