The Puppet
Sometimes to be in love
Is like to be a puppet
Tied on both hands and legs
Every movement controlled
By the string or rod
As every single motive of a person in love
Is always controlled by the love for another person
A total loss of one's own self
Love and the feeling of love
Make one feel great and think wild
Struggles and sacrifices so deeply
For a different world
Which has a sense of love
Happiness and spiritual satisfaction
Maybe this is so called a blind love
Maybe this is so called a true love
Sometimes to be in love is just awesome
Just like to be a puppet
Directed by the puppeteer
Always forgets its own self and its own story
But keeps on interpreting a story of others
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