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If ever you're 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 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 could be? If you wait till I'm sleeping ne'er to waken here again, There will 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 on laggard feet? There are tender hearts all around us who are thirsting for our love, Why withhold from them what nature makes them crave all else above? I won't need your warm caresses when the grass grows over my face I won't crave for your love and kisses in my last low resting place. So, then, if you love me any, if it's but a little bit... Let me know while I am living; I can own and treasure it... Author Unknown...

Have I ever told you that if I sit really still and silent, sometimes. I like to think I can hear your heart beating in time with mine? Have I ever told you that when I watch you speak to me through lines and cords, and bytes and ram, I imagine your voice, whispering into my ear? Have I ever told you that I wait out each day in anticipation, wanting only an hour or two, just a second in space and time, to feel close to you? Have I ever told you that there has been times, when I ached for you, ached for you so badly, that the emotions overwhelmed me.. and so I sat and cried? Have I ever told you that sometimes, I will reach out, touching your name on this cold screen before me, wishing I could reach in and pull you to me? Have I ever told you that I would give everything up, just for one night to be able to lay near you, to feel your chest rise and fall with each breath you take, just to know that you are real? Have I ever told you that I dream of you often, I dream of you reaching out and touching my hand, simply to let me know that you are there, and everything is okay? Have I ever told you, have I still yet to tell you . . . that I love you?...

It doesnt interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing. It doesnt interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesnt interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by lifes betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human. It doesnt interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes. It doesnt interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesnt interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesnt interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. Oriah Mountain Dreamer...

What would you do if I told you my soul screamed to be fed? Would you gather me in your arms and hold me close, kissing the hunger away, or would you step back and watch me crumble from the weakening need. What would you do if I told you I felt so cold, so void of warmth, that I shiver deeply? Would you cast a spark of heated passion my way, or would you throw a cup of cold rejection over me and watch me freeze. What would you do if I told you that I was sitting in a dark corner in my mind, huddled and hiding, fighting with all my might to stop crying, fighting to not lose sight of me? Would you kneel down, and reach through the dark, and raise up, lifting me into the light with you, or in your haste to get away would you push me down further, not hearing my desperate pleas before I drown in the muck. I shudder at thinking these thoughts, standing on an edge so desperately close to teetering one way or an other. So lost inside. A craziness that threatens everything I am, everything I was, everything I am yet to be. I scream out as the brutal tide of cascading emotions assault me. I am pulled down unmercifully, fighting the raging currents, as I am pushed and dragged along the bottom. I claw and kick, struggling against the waves of insanity, screaming out shakily. Then just as suddenly as it started, it crashed to an end, leaving me breathless, trembling and torn. I close my eyes, afraid to show how lost I am inside, afraid I am soulless not wanting to know, but needing to know, the answers that seem to stay outside my reach. As I dance with a devil, and play with an angel. Letting them wage war over the tattered remnants of something I no longer know is worthy of any ones efforts. I lower my head and turn my battered and bruised spirit to the welcoming dark. Getting lost in the shadows. Looking up one last time with blank eyes, What would you do if I told you my soul was screaming to be fed?...