This morning she looked right through me, Asked me what my name was. I just kissed her forehead, whispered, Darlin’, I’m the one you love. She may not know the story, But I’m living every page, I still see my love, though the years have turned the stage. She forgets, but I remember, Every vow and every day. Her mind may lose the picture, But her beauty doesn’t fade. Through the shadows I still find her, Like a hand inside a glove. She forgets… but I still see my love. Sometimes the anger finds her, And she pushes me away. Her eyes flash with confusion, Like a storm that has no name. I just hold on a little tighter, Till the tempest slips away, I still see my love beside me, even on the hardest day. She forgets, but I remember, Every vow and every day. Her mind may lose the picture, But her beauty doesn’t fade. Through the shadows I still find her, Like a hand inside a glove. She forgets… but I still see my love. At night she cries in trembling, Says she’s lost and all alone. I remind her she is safe here, And this house is still her home. Her fear becomes a whisper, When I hold her close enough, I still see my love in the peace she’s dreaming of. And if one day she remembers, Or if memory lets her go, I will carry all her stories, For the both of us, I know. Though her world keeps on unraveling, Mine is anchored from above, She forgets… but I will always see my love. She forgets, but I remember, Every vow and every day. Her mind may lose the picture, But her beauty doesn’t fade. Through the shadows I still find her, Like a hand inside a glove. She forgets… but I still see my love.
