When there a rose thus a rose is like a heart that wish for respect for one who look to the night sky for one see a star that twinkle in the night but when one feel the touch of respect for it's the star that one seen just to see star thus there a warm smile that touch a rose with respect and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect.
Some where there a heart that need to feel the touch of respect but when one see a star the more one wish for the touch of respect for every moment that the stars twinkle the more one see the stars but when one who look to the sky thus one will see the eyes of the angel with respect but yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect.
For when the sun raise thus a rose will bloom with the touch off respect for respect mean a lot to one for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect for every star for when one see the moon light that will shine like the morning sun that touch the sky with respect and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect.
The more one feel the touch of respect but yet one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper of the night breeze thus one see the eyes of the angel that is full of respect but yet some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect for where there a falling star for who will catch the falling star and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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