Momma warned me to never talk to strangers but for love i made an exception for love i broke the rules for love i did what the hell i wanted ****, i had questions and wanted answers and i figured that as long as i introduced myself that we would be strangers anymore at the inception i acknowledged loves presence with a nod progressed to a handshake furthermore into a hug we held hands sang danced & romanced even looked into eachothers eyes and y'all i kissed love's soul momma doesn't know it but i invited love into my home and into my room fed it strawberries, poured it champagne drew it a bath and lit the candles for love i relinquished my entire being i became totally defenseless and we made LOVE but wait... just when i was under the impression that i had reached loves Mt. Everest love ****** me over made me cry stole from me and had the audacity to tell me that i wasn't **** and couldn't be further from the ONE yeah y'all love broke me down like an 80's dance routine love dogged me out answered my old questions and formulated new ones man i felt like Bernadine talkin' 'bout "GET YO ****, GET YO ****, and GET OUT!" but blamed myself for not only letting love in but for giving it a key **** if this is what happens for talking to strangers... I'm sure Glad i didn't listen!!! Love&Respect!!!