There's nothing deeper than love, Dementia may steal memory, but never feeling!
In Your Arms...
You don't know who I am, but yet I'm in your arms, Dementia has stolen my face, but not your heart, You feel me beating, I'm still here with you, You're with me breathing, this love is true.
You held my hand when times were tough, even when bread and water had to be enough, You warmed me up in the cold winter months without coal on the fire, this was a must, I have flashbacks of your smile when you tried your best to keep us going, We had each other, we went walking and had our talks, we never felt alone.
In the mornings trying to give you a shave looking into your eyes, I still search for my husband's smile, I know it's in there, when I put the foam on the tip of your nose, you laugh and then together we shine, When I wipe your face clean and my hand soothes your smooth cheeks, I know, in this moment our history has a story and you remember me.
You don't know who I am, but yet I'm in your arms, Dementia has stolen my face, but not your heart, You feel me beating, I'm still here with you, You're with me breathing, this love is true.
I come and visit every morning and every night, sometimes you forget my name, I cry a few tears when I leave, but then I remember it's not me who's in pain, I try my best to smile when I'm walking away, but the tears trickle down my face, When I sit home alone and miss you next to me, I remember the days you graced.
You don't know who I am, but yet I'm in your arms, Dementia has stolen my face, but not your heart, You feel me beating, I'm still here with you, You're with me breathing, this love is true.
I was the lucky one, I'm still, the lucky one, Deep down, I've still got your love, I feel it when I'm in your arms...
(C) Wayne Stubbs.