The
Time is Now

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.
Published many years ago in Ann Lander's
column - no author listed.
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