She loves her dear puppeteer, Though he loves her not. For she alone cannot control, What is thrown into life's boiling pot. The joy and laughter slowly simmer, While the sorrow and solitude froth over the top. And still she loves her dear puppeteer, Though he still loves her not.
Reason for writing:
Just a little sadness to brighten your day :-)
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