If you are ever going to love me,
love me now, while I can know
the sweet and tender feelings
which from true affection flow.
Love me now while I am living;
do not wait until I'm gone
and then have it chiseled in marble,
sweet words on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me,
please tell me now.
If you wait until I m sleeping, never to awaken,
there will be death between us,
and I won't hear you then.
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
let me know it while I am living,
so I can treasure it.
~Helen Steiner Rice~
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