if you are going to love me,
love me now while i can know all the sweet and tender feelings,
love me now while i am living,
don't wait until i am gone,
and have it chiselled in marble,
sweet words on ice cold stone.
if you have tender thoughts of me,
why not whisper them to me?
don't you know it would make me happy?
and as glad as i can be.
if you wait until i am sleeping,
never to waken here again,
there will be walls of earth between us,
and i won't hear you then.
i won't need your kind words
when the grass grow over my face.
i won't crave for your love and kisses
in my low resting place.
so if you love me,
even a lil' bit,
let me know while i am living.
so that, i can treasure it.
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