The Breeze That Whisper Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For what a beautiful morning and yet for the birds shall sing a sweet song of respect thus some where a heart wish for the touch of respect the more the birds sing the more a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect thus for every rose that bloom for there a heart that wish for respect just to look to the sky is like being in the house of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air yet the breeze that whisper respect.


Time after time a heart will wish for the touch of respect thus the more a heart wish for respect the more one will see the angel of respect but when there moon raise thus one will feel the light of life every moment that one wish for the touch of respect the more one shall see the family that fill he air with respect and yet for a heart that sit a lone is the heart that wish for the touch of respect thus for every wish thus one will feel the light that will fill a heart with respect oh star light for where the angel that fill the air with respect for a heart sit under the star wishing for the touch of respect night after night for one see the eyes of a angel for who's heart is fill with respect but the breeze that whisper respect.


Night after night for every heart that been touch with respect and yet for every wish thus there a warm smile that the sun touch a heart thus every heart beat is the heart that wish for the touch of respect for who's heart will be touch with respect for when the sun raise thus one shall see a rose for every rose that one see thus one shall see a smile that will touch a heart just to feel the breeze whisper respect is like being touch by a rose that bloom with respect thus the breeze that whisper respect.


Where there a rose thus a bird will touch the morning blue sky but yet every touch the sky is them touch of respect but just to feel a warm smile thus the angel fill the sun with respect to fill a heart oh where is the angel for who's heart is fill with respect for some where a heart sit under the stars that twinkle in the sky but when one feel the light of life thus light of life is the touch of respect for a heart that wish for respect for when the breeze that whisper respect.


To look in there eyes of the angel of respect will feel the respect touch once heart and yet when one feel the touch of respect for one feel the touch of happiness thus every heart that feel happiness is the heart that will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart but for when a star sparkle in the sky fo5r it's the angel that one see with eyes that sparkle with respect some where one dream of a angel filling once heart respect and yet once eyes shall sparkle in the sky but the breeze that whisper respect.