In golden hue, the sun does rise,
A color rare, that mesmerizes.
Amber, radiant, like love’s own flame,
Its brilliance echoes their sweet acclaim.
Two noble men, entwined in fate,
Their hearts aflame, they celebrate.
With tender touch, their souls embrace,
A love so pure, no time can erase.
A peacock struts, in vibrant display,
Its iridescent feathers, in array.
A symbol of beauty, proud and bright,
Reflecting love’s colors, day and night.
A silver goblet, their love’s token,
A cherished vessel, never broken.
Filled with passion, shared in each sip,
Their love, like wine, forever will grip.
For love knows not of color or race,
Nor does it falter, nor does it chase.
In this realm, where true love abounds,
Their bond, eternal, forever resounds.
So let us celebrate love’s purest art,
With colors, animals, and objects, a part.
For love’s true essence, it shall endure,
A tapestry woven, forever secure.
