In golden hues the sun does gently rise,
Embracing earth with warmth and tender grace.
A color rare, like amber in the skies,
A color born of love and sweet embrace.
Two men, like brothers bound by love’s decree,
Their hearts entwined, a bond that none can break.
In shadows cast, their love they long to see,
A secret kept, for society’s sake.
A swan, majestic creature, pure and white,
Reflects their love, a symbol of their plight.
Its grace and beauty, shining in the light,
A love concealed, yet burning fierce and bright.
An hourglass, the object that they share,
Time’s fleeting sands, a constant reminder.
Their love, like grains, slipping through the air,
Yet in their hearts, forever intertwined.
So let this sonnet sing of love’s delight,
Of colors, animals, and objects bright.
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