The Land Of The Roses Is The Land Of Respect . Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Where there land of the sun for one will see the land of roses that will be touch with respect but to the family that touch the land with respect thus every rose that one see been fill with the touch of respect thus for every touch of respect for one will see a bird that will sing for a heart to be touch with respect and yet the land of the roses is the land of respect.


When one walk in the land of roses thus for one will feel the touch of respect in the air just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper in the morning is the whisper of respect that will fill once heart for one who feel the touch of respect thus once eyes shall twinkle in the night the more respect touch once heart the more a rose shall bloom and yet the land of roses is the land of respect.


Where there a heart for one will feel the touch of the land of respect but when the sun touch the land of roses for every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect where there happiness thus there a warm smile that shine like the morning sun that will fill the blue sky with respect yet every min that one feel a warm smile thus one feel the smile of the angel and yet the land of the roses is the land of respect.


Time after time when the sun will touch the land of the roses just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of the angel of respect for who's heart is full of respect but to the family respect mean a lot for respect is like being in love and love is special when it's respect that one wish to feel and yet the land of the roses is the land of respect.