Manipulation is a bad thing but the worst type is through the words you love by the one you love

In words adorned with artful grace, she wove,
A tapestry of emotions, all hearts she'd thieve.

Her lips spun tales of love, a crafted spell,
Entrapping her lover in a web so well.

With every whisper, she'd bend his will,
A marionette, dancing at her skillful thrill.

Her promises, like petals, bloomed and fell,
Yet he remained ensnared, under her spell.

But truths unveiled, the veil finally torn,
He saw the puppetry, the love was worn.

No longer swayed by words like seashore waves,
He broke free from her grip, from love's twisted caves.