Saturday, January 17, 2009

Author unknown
If you are ever going to love me; love me now.

While I can know the sweet and tender feelings from which true affections flows.
Love me now while I am living.

Do not wait until I am gone.

To have those sweet words chiseled in marble on ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me, please let me know now.

Not when I am not there.

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