In golden hue, the sun doth rise,
A color rare, that paints the skies.
Its brilliance shines, a sight to see,
This random color, called Marigold, be.
Two men, entwined in love’s embrace,
Defying norms, with hearts ablaze.
Their souls entangled, bound by fate,
A love unyielding, they celebrate.
A falcon soars, with grace and might,
An animal chosen, in this tale’s light.
With wings unfurled, it takes to flight,
Symbolizing freedom, in love’s respite.
An object, simple yet profound,
A random choice, that can be found.
A humble quill, dipped in ink,
Words of love, these men do think.
Their love, a sonnet, penned with care,
A masterpiece, beyond compare.
In Shakespearean verse, their tale unfolds,
A testament to love, that never grows old.
So let it be known, in this poetic rhyme,
That love knows no bounds, nor reason nor time.
For in the realm of colors, animals, and things,
Love’s true essence, forever sings.
