In golden hue, a color rare, behold,
A vibrant shade that doth the eye enfold.
Like sunlit rays upon a meadow’s floor,
Or autumn leaves that gently dance and soar.
And in this realm, where love’s sweet passions bloom,
Two noble men, entwined, dispel all gloom.
Their hearts aflame, a fire that burns so bright,
A love that conquers darkness, day and night.
An eagle soars, majestic, strong, and grand,
A symbol of the love they understand.
With wings outstretched, it soars to heights unknown,
Their love, unbound, together they have grown.
A silver pen, a tool of words and might,
Their stories penned, their love a brilliant light.
With ink and parchment, they etch tales untold,
Their love immortalized in words of gold.
So let us celebrate this love so true,
A color, animal, and object too.
For love knows not the bounds that we impose,
It blossoms freely, as a wild, sweet rose.
