For you I will walk to the end of my view.
Review from the aged history point of view,
and watch when you first became a part of my view.
A tossed set of keys, a short drive, a coffee, and some time.
Sent to save her from a sailor, the annoying kind.
The day was nice, warm, and the sun bright enough to blind.
You became so important, a dedicated staple of my mind.
In front of me this amazing woman, the hardest to find.
From this point of view to the colors, I\'m not blind.
The blue of the truck,
the blue of the sky,
and the amazing blue of those eyes.
They are so bright, and so vivid, the ridge softly cries.
I can stay here forever, as I remember a part of me revives.
Knowing each day and night I\'m blind to those eyes,
I sit alone waiting, watching as the memory slowly dies.
For you I will walk to the end of my view.
Review from the aged history point of misguided view.
Watch as I first met with you, with your beautiful blue.