Take control.

Take control.

I'm walking down the street, and I see someone I would like to meet. He is so fine, and he is so kind. Sometimes you have to take control. I walked up to him and told him my name is, so how do you do? I took his hand. Oh,  what a man! We walked, talked, and held each other tight. That night. I asked him what he thought this might be, and he said I'd have to wait and see. Sometimes you have to take his hand to make him understand.