“If youre 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 Im living; do not wait til I am gone. And then chisel it on marble words on ice, cold stone. If you have dear sweet thoughts about me. Why not whisper them to me? Dont you know it would make me happy and as glad as glad could be? If you wait until Im sleeping, never to awaken here again, there will be walls of earth between us and couldnt hear you then. I wont need your kind caresses when the grass grows over my face. I wont crave your love or kisses in my last low resting place. So then, if you love me any, if its but a little bit. Let me know while I am living, so I can own it treasure it.”
