I am the marionette’s puppeteer
Beside her is where I always wanted to be near
I swear I’m willing to offer her my every tear
And to lose her is the only thing that I fear
 
My marionette’s name is Reverie
Sometimes she is just so proud and hardheaded
So I have to control her harshly
I know she always gets me wrong, but still I love her wholeheartedly
 
In our world—the art of puppetry
Where the primary goal is the audience’s gaiety
This love for my one and only Reverie
has no place and is considered unseemly.
 
Sorry if I have left you, my beloved Reverie
For there is no such thing as love in puppetry…
Forgive me for I followed the norms of society
I loved you but if you think I dumped you, then let it be
 
I know I’m a coward for I instead married
a human— a woman with dignity whose name was Valerie…