Puppet On A String

He played me like a violin a puppet on a string

He told me his heart was only mine love would only bring

Golden warm sunsets and a pair of birds on the wing

Crimson dawns and church bells ours was more than a fling  

So I swayed to the music then I felt the bee sting

Love was an uncut diamond and I would to it cling

 Whispering sweet words in the night he spoke like a king

In the white morn like a joker arrows he would sling

He played me like a violin a puppet on a string

He made a bitter meal of everything I would bring

He shattered me like glass and broke the fine wedding ring

 Then he left took a joyride with someone on a swing

He played her like a violin a puppet on a string

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

He was a lavishly prepared meal--sweet of taste, but sustaining no life.
An exceptional piece of work; admittedly, slightly bitter Moon!