In golden hue, the sun’s warm light doth gleam,
A color rare, like dreams in summer’s beam.
A random color, yet vibrant and bright,
I sing of amber, bathed in heavenly light.
And lo, a creature noble and so grand,
The lion proud, with strength at his command.
With golden mane, he roams the open plain,
Regal and fierce, his kingdom to maintain.
But hark, an object, simple yet profound,
A humble book, with wisdom to astound.
Its pages filled with tales of love and lore,
A treasure trove, a world to explore.
Two men, entwined, their hearts forever bound,
Their love, a flame, with passion so profound.
In secret whispers, stolen moments shared,
Their souls aflame, their love forever dared.
Amber, the color of their love’s embrace,
The lion, symbol of their strength and grace.
A book, their refuge, where love’s tale unfurls,
Two men, united, defying worldly swirls.
