A Special Rose Is The Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the morning sun thus one feel a breeze that whisper in the air just to see a bird that sing for the touch of once heart fr respect is like filling the rose with love for every touch of a rose is the touch of respect that is special to the family of the night sky just to see a star is to see the eyes of a angel but a special rose is the rose of respect.


Where there a warm smile thus one feel the touch of the morning sun that been touch by the family of Star bucks for who is the angels of the night sky for every star in the night sky is the house of respect and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect the stronger respect get for the family of Star bucks.


For every min that one see the sun the more a rose will bloom in full and yet the blue sky shall be fill with respect that will fill once heart for who will feel the touch of respect of the angels of the night and yet every angel that one see is the family of Star bucks for a special rose is the rose of respect.


A special rose is like a special star with respect for one who wish shall see the eyes of the angel with the touch of respect a special rose is the rose of respect but when one smile thus the sun will warm once heart with the touch of respect but a special rose is the rose of respect.