Amy Blue Gaze

Reading your thoughts through the words on my screen
You gave me the courage to open up and believe
Your blonde hair and blue eyes led me to the door of your soul
Deeper than you and I could ever eventually know

Something so new yet nostalgia comes through
Patience and Passion very few believe is true
You found me bludgeoned to the ground, innards opened out
I was battered and bruised from one hell of a bout

You came along and gave me hope
Hope for new love without walking that tightrope
Dimension to dimension and life to life
I feel we will connect to the end of time

We found each other in the meaning of our words
Something we could share, in the miles and yards
You could pick me up with just the curve of your smile
You make me feel free, forever and a while

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