Like a puppet master, you pull the strings.

You take pleasure in my desperation.

Your wish is my command.

When you say, “Jump!”

I ask,” How many times?”

Your look gives me goosebumps.

Your voice drives me out of my head.

The slightest touch you give me,

Makes my heart do somersaults.

You delight in making me a fool

Turning me into a laughing stock.

Yes! I overheard you telling your friend

But I don’t mind,

Because you rule my heart, Shabi.