If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while i can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which fron 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 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.

Death Is Nothing At All


Death is nothing at all,
It does not count.
i have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened,
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
And the old life we lived so fondly together,
Is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other,
That we are still.
Call me by the old familiar names.
Think of me in the easy ways,
Which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh, as we always at thus.
Little jokes, that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever
the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort,
Without the ghost of shadow upon ot.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is an absolute unbroken continuity.
What is this Death but a negligilbe incident?
Why should i be out of mind because i
Am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,
For an interval,
Somewhere very near,
Just around the corner
All is well

from a novel by Rosamond Pilcher