Comments about rashad abwajee
Finding My Way Home
I sit at your side, holding the hand i known so well your grip is weaken by the laws of time.
We talk for minute's on end then you have to catch your breath, there is a smile on your face as you tell the story of your first dress.
scene of your child hood dances in your mind, I can tell by that grin and the twinkle in your eyes.
We laugh about the time when we first met, how nervous I was and had plams that sweat, moving closer and closer i would get, my eye's on every male as if they were a threat.
As you moved across the floor your beauty so deep, i couldn't let another soul ...