Playboy In Disguise
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 stern, with stories told.
Yet in our realm, the air transforms,
You weave a warmth that defies storms.
At home, the layers start to peel,
A gentle heart, the truest deal.
With every touch, you mend the fray,
An undercover love that stays.
While many tread with cautious fear,
They miss the laughter, the joy sincere.
The art of strength, the grace you wear,
The softest smile that lingers there.
So, here’s to you, my hidden knight,
In moonlit moments, you bring light.
A sweetheart wrapped in tender dreams,
The treasure found in silent gleams.
In every glance, in every sigh,
The world may judge, but we know why.
Beneath the bravado, the cool, tough part,
You are, and always will be, my sweetheart heart.
2009
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