I've always known; that if money were a strange man, who came proposing love to me,

True love knows no colour;  neither black, white nor yellow.

Everyone knew him  as Mr Crave, The infamous non-resident , who had no troubles indwelling,

First impressions go a long way. . . but not longer than memories of one who you love.

Find me the maiden; she who dares to defile my summons!

I wanted a boy, to love and to grow with.

LOST LOVE :

It was so fast the way I fell head over heels in love with Tom.