They label you a rogue, a jest,
A playboy cloaked in careless jest,
Yet here I stand, my heart steadfast,
For in your chaos, my love is cast.
You wear no emblem of your soul,
But in your gaze, I find my whole.
A dance of kindness, subtle and rare,
In secret gardens, love takes care.
To others, you're a monarch bold,
A figure...
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