Poem by Andrew A. Cook

While I Am Living

If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I Can know
The sweet and tender feeling
From which true affection Flow`.
Love me now…
… while I am living.
Do not wait till I am gone
And then have it chiselled 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.

by Andrew A. Cook