In golden fields where sunbeams dance with glee,
A color rare, like amber’s radiant hue,
A random color, bold and bright to see,
A shade that’s known as saffron, ever true.
And there, amidst the meadow’s gentle sway,
Two men, their love a secret flame, concealed,
Like swans, they glided through the night and day,
Their hearts entwined, their passion unconcealed.
An animal, a creature fierce and strong,
A lion, noble king of all the land,
Symbol of courage, loyalty so long,
Their love, like his, unyielding, proud, and grand.
A random object, simple, yet profound,
A silver ring, their bond forever sealed,
A token of their love, where vows resound,
A symbol of a love that’s unrevealed.
So let their love, like colors bright and rare,
Illuminate a world that’s free from care.
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