In hues of gold, a color rare,
A vibrant tapestry, beyond compare.
A random color, that doth inspire,
To weave a tale, with words afire.
Behold! The lion, fierce and bold,
With mane of flame, a story to unfold.
A random beast, majestic and grand,
Roaming the plains, across the land.
An object, humble, yet profound,
A quill in hand, where thoughts resound.
A random tool, to shape the verse,
With ink and parchment, emotions immerse.
Now, two men, their hearts entwined,
Their love, a bond, by fate designed.
In secret whispers, their souls embrace,
Defying norms, with courage and grace.
For love knows not the bounds we set,
It blooms, like flowers, in hearts beset.
And as these men, their worlds collide,
Their love, a beacon, forever to abide.
Thus, in this tale, the colors blend,
The lion roars, the quill doth transcend.
Love conquers all, as it has from the start,
A testament to the power of the human heart.
