If you love me, let me now know,
While I can still receive it and feel;
Let your true affection in me flow;
So our life film perceives it and reels.
If you love me, let me know now,
And whisper your words to me
Hold me close so that I will know,
When, like the bulb, for you to glee.
Don’t wait until I am gone,
As if I didn’t leave mother’s womb;
To die without your love isn’t fun,
Since I’ll be lonely in the tomb.
Don’t write my epitaph writ,
And count me as well done;
Don’t erect my cenotaph yet,
While I am still not fully gone.
Without you, I’ll prematurely die,
And take nothing to the grave;
Let me know now before I lie,
And be called daringly brave!