If you're ever going to love me,
                love me now, while I can know
                all the sweet and tender feelings
                which from real affection flow.



                Love me now, while I am living;
                do not wait until I am gone
                and then chisel it in marble ~
                warm love words on ice-cold stone.



                If you've dear, sweet thoughts of me,
                why not whisper them to me?
                Don't you know 'twould make me happy
                and as glad as glad can be?



                If you wait till I am sleeping,
                ne'er to waken here again,
                there'll be walls of earth between us
                and I couldn't hear you then.



                If you knew someone was thirsting
                for a drop of water sweet
                would you be so slow to bring it?
                Would you step with laggard feet?



                There are tender hearts all 'round us
                who are thirsting for our love;
                why withhold from them what nature
                makes them crave all else above?



                I won't need your kind caresses
                when the grass grows over my face;
                I won't crave your love or kisses
                in my last low resting place.



                So, then, if you love me any,
                if it's but a little bit.
                Let me know it now while living;
                I can own and treasure it.
                ~author unknown~

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