THE STRINGS OF LOVE

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My heart is a puppeteer, controlling
my strings of love.
It's an imposter living inside my body
And beating for her.
Throbbing faster and faster
when she walks towards me.
She orbits my heart,
Like a buzzing bee.
If you say love is symbolic,
then mine is a white dove.
My heart is a puppeteer, controlling
my strings of love.


When in love you'd want to see her,
No matter the case.
You'd want to see her,
on cold nights or warm days.
You'd want to see her face,
And walk at a matching pace.
You'd wait for her when
she's tying her lace.


To fall in love with someone is easy,
going through everything is hard.
I am just a puppet being controlled
By the strings
of my puppeteer heart.

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The fourth poem was written on 4 Dec 2022.

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