In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that fills the skies,
Amber, radiant, warm and bright,
A sight that brings pure delight.
With graceful stride, the lion roams,
Majestic king, where’er he roams,
With golden mane, fierce and grand,
He rules the land, his noble brand.
Behold the quill, a writer’s tool,
Guiding thoughts, like a gentle mule,
Ink-stained pages, stories unfold,
A tale of wonders, yet untold.
Two men, entwined, their love sincere,
A bond that conquers every fear,
Through trials faced, their hearts entwined,
In passion’s fire, their souls aligned.
In Shakespeare’s world, where love is true,
Where colors dance, and creatures do,
A quill doth write their love’s refrain,
A tale of love, that shall remain.
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