In hues of gold, a radiant sight,
The sunflower blooms with sheer delight.
Its petals dance with grace and charm,
As if nature’s brush, it did disarm.
Two men, entwined by love’s sweet spell,
Their hearts aflame, their souls compel.
With tender touch and whispered vow,
They share a love none can avow.
A color rare, as sapphire gleams,
Reflects their love, like moonlit beams.
A love that knows no bounds or strife,
A love that’s pure, a love for life.
A feathered friend, the mighty owl,
Watches over them, with wisdom’s scowl.
Its piercing eyes, a symbol true,
Of love that’s steadfast, love that’s true.
An object rare, a silver ring,
A symbol of love, an eternal fling.
Bound together, forever they’ll be,
Through stormy seas or tranquil sea.
For love knows naught of color, race,
Or what the world may choose to embrace.
In love’s embrace, they find their might,
Two men, united, in love’s pure light.
