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 til I am gone,
And then chisel it in marble
warm love words on ice-cold stone.
I won't need your kind of caressness,
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 I am living.
So, I can own and treasure it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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