A Puppet of Love

Out of nowhere, you came, and purloined my heart,
and I can’t seem to ask that you give it back.

I have fallen quite deeply,
that it seems out of my control.

You’ve got this strong hold of me
that I find myself being drawn to you,
like bees are, to honey.

Who are you,
and what are you doing to me?

Oh! this is so unhealthy,
I mean, how can I hate this feeling,
but still seem relunctant to let it go?