I am but a
marionette
With
strings tied to my heart
I do all that she commands me
Yet still, we are
apart
I could never find another
She holds my life in hand
Parts of us are lovers
Parts are only friends
She finds my words endearing
My actions have few faults
Yet still she's disappearing
From my life.. but not my heart
I am but a marionette
With no player playing me
A hapless pile of wood and strings
Without her, I can't be.
-- AlexZander