My lover is drowning,
Drowning in her sea,
Her sea of dementia.
Each day she sinks lower,
Where context is lost,
And memory is non-existent.
At least she still remembers me,
Where friends and family
Are becoming a mystery.
The lady of my heart is still there
But it is a memory,
A memory of times passed.
My love for her is constant
And will never fail,
But each day together
Is becoming harder.
But my love for her
Will never fail.