In golden hue, a color rare,
The sun’s embrace, a sight so fair,
Aurora’s child, a gift bestowed,
Aurum, the shade that gods have sowed.
A lion bold, with fiery mane,
Roams through the fields, his noble reign,
With regal grace, his presence grand,
A king of beasts, in every land.
A quill, a scribe’s eternal friend,
Ink-stained tales, from start to end,
A conduit for the poet’s voice,
To capture dreams and make a choice.
Two men entwined, love’s sweet embrace,
Defying norms, with gentle grace,
Their hearts aflame, their spirits soar,
A love that’s true, forevermore.
Through golden hue, the lion roams,
Their quill in hand, their love their home,
In colors bright, their tale unfolds,
Where love’s true essence never molds.
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