Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

Loving You


How much do I love you,
Do i know myself,
Could a man own so many riches,
Can a man hold so much wealth.
Could a man swim a river so wide
Or climb a mountain so high,
How much do I love you
Couldnt know till the day I die.
To show the world I love you
Would be such an easy task,
But to prove to the world I love you,
Would take a never ending life.
For this life that I live,
Is from the love that you give
And without you, there is no me,
For without love I could not breathe.
To show the world I love you
Would be as easy as a heart beat,
For to show the world I love you,
Would be loves greatest treat.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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