If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now while I 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 am 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 while I am living
So I can treasure it.
In memory of Rita Nartowicz