In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
With radiant beams that paint the skies.
A color rare, like amber’s glow,
A shade unknown, yet love shall show.
Beneath the shade of oak tree’s might,
Two men embrace, hearts shining bright.
Their love, a beacon, pure and true,
A bond that neither can undo.
As scarlet blooms adorn the rose,
Their passion, too, forever grows.
Like crimson fire, their souls entwined,
A love that fate could never bind.
A dove, with feathers white as snow,
Witnesses their affection’s glow.
With gentle coos, it softly sings,
Of love that soars on tender wings.
An object found, a silver ring,
Symbol of love, eternal fling.
They pledge their hearts, forever bound,
In love’s embrace, they shall be found.
Though colors, creatures, objects vary,
Love’s flame burns bright, it shall not tarry.
For love knows not of bounds or strife,
It conquers all, in this precious life.
