TWENTY-FOUR YEARS

 

How much do I love you?

I'll tell you no lie,

How Deep is the ocean?

How high is the sky?

 

How many times a day,

Do I think of you?

How many roses

Are sprinkled with dew?

 

How far would I travel

To be where you are?

How far is the journey

From here to a star?

 

And if you ever left me,

How much would I cry?

How deep is the ocean?

How high is the sky ?

 

All the love songs were written for us.

I am the words,

You are the music,
We are the Song,

Forever,

 

Sheba

 

Irving Berlin

HE NEVER UNDERSTOOD HOW SPECIAL HE WAS

The Cliff Carter the public saw,

Was the same man he was at home.

He was authentic.

Cliff was a simple man, modest, quiet,

He didn't understand
How I could love him so much.

When he entered a room,

Heads turned:

He glowed.