"If you should tire of loving me"

Margaret Widdemer

If you should tire of loving me
 Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
 Or cover thought with praise.
For every word you would not say
 Be sure my heart has heard,
So go from me all silently
 Without a kiss or word;
For God must give you happiness,
 And Oh, it may befall
In listening long to Heaven-song
 I may not care at all!