I'm sure some people would say, this poem is not dementia related, (but how wrong they would be) since it's my Alzheimer's disease that's made me realize even more the passionate love I have for my dear wife... that impelled me to write this poem.

Loving You

‘Tis the hour of the day when I'm laden with woe,

    Thence my spirit descends as withered autumn leaf,

Yet you cradle me within arms to rekindle life,

    Whence I dwell in the love of your warm embrace,

I gaze into your eyes of purest meadow brown,

    As I covet thou lips, you're soothing at my brow,

For thou art mine... my cherished doe-eyed love,

    Your kiss so divine wrath of God could be appeased,

Now I lament of the day and our first spring kiss,

    When we waded through bluebells caressing at our knees,

As ye old babbling brook performed a symphony to awake,

    Thence we lie entwined, amid rich clover dense grass,

The echo of our heart beats now resonating as one,

    As pliant willow tree branch teased the rays of the sun,

With cumulus clusters drifting by dancing upon waves,

    I prayed, voluptuous love of cornucopia, doth never wane,

Oh beauteous wife... linger long at my side,

    For thou love is the rosebud that enchants my dawn,

Press thine lips unto mine, sayeth, ne'er shalt I depart,

    As without thine uxorious embrace... I'd not survive,

For thy passion is my zenith, that embodies my heart,

    Thine every breath a zephyr, to awaken my soul,

Thou piquant voice, ‘tis so eloquent unto my ear,

    Thou art the essence of my subsistence, personified... 

Barry ©