In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that paints the skies.
Amber, the shade that doth enthrall,
A beacon bright, to one and all.
A lion roams, majestic beast,
With fiery mane, a king, at least.
His mighty roar, the earth reveres,
A symbol strong, dispelling fears.
A quill, an instrument of grace,
In skilled hands, its lines embrace.
Words floweth forth, like rivers wide,
A poet’s heart, it doth confide.
Two men, entwined, their souls aflame,
Love’s gentle touch, their hearts reclaim.
In secret whispers, vows they share,
A love forbidden, yet they dare.
Society’s chains, they shall defy,
For love, true love, shall never die.
In colors, creatures, objects too,
Their love transcends, forever true.
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