get along

I don't here her call my name I'm in the shower she goes out and picks up a flower to give me back some power when I'm falling down further and further, lower then she helps me up ever and ever slower 'till I'm a lost rower a walkover, to her in the boat until I float and melt into one ! ( question: Tell me what's this poem about ? ) let's see who finds out ⬇️