She slowly becomes less and less,
I see how she fades every day,
My struggles are fated to fail,
To keep her from slipping away,
Then some days she’ll look at my face,
Puzzlement on her pursed lips,
For a moment she recalls me,
False joy, my heart lurches and skips,
I’m doing the best that I can,
Most beautiful and fragile dove,
When she sleeps I sit here and weep,
Does she recall long years of love?
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