Whispering softly now, gently in your ear,
speaking little nothings, trifles to be exact,
fanciful things of which I do not care,
smidges of silliness, just something to distract

I love you dear, though you do not know me,
your mind once sharp, and memory strong,
now faded, ravaged by this wretched disease,
yet to me, my beloved, you will always belong

I wish there were no more stress and strife,
a moment you could look at me and remember,
all that we had and shared; our love, joy and life,
it was like spring in May, now winter in December

You will never know worry dear,
so hard seeing you this way, it causes me anger,
I want you to know, I will always be here,
though I have become your well known stranger