My Love

My love grew stronger
with every passing day,
until the disease Dementia,
stole her mind away.

The love we had
over these 64 years,
vanished from her mind,
amidst all my fears.

How can it be
a life lived and well done,
when it's your memory
becomes the only one.

Yet, she will say,
"I love you"
every waking day,
until it's tomorrow,
it's all gone away.