Just yesterday , I read an

obituary in the morning paper, which reminded me of an acquaintance

who passed on last year. This man was in his 80s and his wife was too.

He often told me of the love he had for his wife , and about

the things they used to do when they were young. One thing he spoke of was

ballroom dancing. In fact, that was how they met. He adored her

and she knew it. What a lucky woman! I would like to dedicate this page

 to the both of them.  

~Mr. and Mrs. Roundy~

~If Your Ever Going To Love Me~

If you're ever going to love me, love me now, while I can know

All the sweet and tender feelings which from real affection flow.

Love me now, while I am living; do not wait till I am gone

And then chisel it in marble-warm love words on ice-cold stone.

If you've dear, sweet thoughts of me, why not whisper them to me?

Don't you know 'twould  make me happy and as glad as glad could be?

If you wait till I am sleeping, ne'er to waken here again,

There'll be walls of earth between us and I couldn't hear you then.

If you knew someone was thirsting for a drop of water sweet

Would you be so slow to bring it? Would you step with laggard feet?

There are tender hearts all round us who are thirsting for our love;

Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above?

I won't need your kind carresses when the grass grows over my face;

I won't crave your love or kisses in my last low resting place.

So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit,

Let me know it now while living; I can own and treasure it.

~Unknown~

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