MY PUPPETEER

It's unclear how you do to me
Whatever it is you do
I don't understand exactly why
I lose some of my will to you

You succeed in numerous ways
To adjust me to whatever you please
My mind doesn't always seem like mine
What is it you do I can't see

You do it with such tactful ease
I'm a puppet on your strings
Giving myself to you in whole
Doing all sorts of things

I'm hypnotised as under a spell
You can't even see it yourself
Unknowingly you're my puppeteer
How you do what you do we can't tell

This gift you have is but my curse
That eludes us of how to control
Both of us bonded by which is unseen
Your strings are tied to my soul

I totally relate to these words.
How very well written....
You truly have a gift of expression Venusian Woman.