Nobel affection

Artfully I bring myself to your level.
Gracefully hiding in your shadow.

You want me to be your nobel and I am.
You want me to be by your side and I am.

Being pampered is pleasant.
But there is difference between our pleasantries.

Taken, that you are a peasant.
Given, I am your queen.

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