In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that mesmerize,
With warmth and light, its rays bestow,
The color of a vibrant glow.
A lion fierce, majestic beast,
With mane of gold, a regal feast,
In pride he roams, with strength untamed,
A symbol of courage, never shamed.
A quill, so delicate and fine,
A writer’s tool, a sacred sign,
With ink it weaves, tales yet untold,
A vessel for thoughts, pure and bold.
Two men entwined, love’s sacred flame,
Their hearts aflame, no fear, no shame,
In tender touch, their souls unite,
A love that shines, both day and night.
Though critics scowl, their love withstands,
Defying norms, they hold hands,
For love, it knows no bounds or walls,
And in their hearts, true love enthralls.
Let colors dance, let lions roar,
Let quills write tales, forevermore,
And let love’s light, in every hue,
Illuminate the world anew.
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