If you are ever going to love
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 am gone
And then have it chiselled in marble...
Sweet words on ice-cold stone
If you have tender thoughts of me...please let me know now
If you wait until I am sleeping
There will be death between us
And I will not hear you then
So if you love me, even a little bit let me know while I am living
So that I can treasure it
Now she is gone and I am sick with quilt because I never told her what she meant to me
I found time for everyone and everything else but I never made time for her...
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