Classic poem of the day
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 about 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 caresses when the grass grows o'er 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.
member poem of the day
Often a bridesmaid but seldom a bride, Liked but unloved, I'm contented inside. Shallowness drifts like a mist through my veins; Laughter and breeziness tickle my pains Before they can batter me deep-fried. Serious thinking? Believe me, I've tried. Depth of emotion? It's years since I cried. Distantly cheerful, my nature ordains: Often a bridesmaid. Feathery froth is the most I provide. Follow me? No! I'm a terrible guide! Liking a spot, I'll abandon the reins, Settle, and bask while the sunlight remains. The price of my leisurely joyride? Often a bridesmaid.