For One Who Feel The Touch Of Resect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Here on a lovely night for the moon light and yet every min that one wish to see the moon light the more one wish for the touch of respect just to feel the moon light is like feeling the that of the sun that been touch with respect but for once heart that wish for respect yet every min that one wish for respect for there a angel with eyes like the diamond that sparkle in the night and yet for one who feel the touch of respect.


For every star that touch the night sky that will fill the night sky with respect that will fill once heart for every heart that wish to feel the touch of respect shall be touch by a rose of the angel for who's heart is full of respect and yet just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air when one feel the touch of a warm smile thus the smile that one feel is the smile of
the beautiful sun shine but for one who feel the touch of respect.


Where there a rose thus for every touch of respect there a heart that wish for the touch of a angel touch of respect but every twinkle there a angel for who's smile is the morning sun that touch the blue sky with the touch of respect just to feel the warm smile is like feeling the touch of the moon that been fill respect but yet for one who feel the touch of respect.


When the sun shine for one wish for the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one feel the touch of the sun and yet every touch is the touch of a rose that is in full bloom with the touch of respect and yet for one who feel the touch of respect.