Every Rose That Bloom Is The Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when the sun raise for a bird will touch the sky with respect but for every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect that will touch a hart with respect but when it's night for one will see a star that will twinkle in the sky for it's the angel or who's heart is fill with respect and yet every rose that bloom is the rose of respect.



Some where there a heart that wish to feel the ouch of respect but yet every min that a heart wish for respect thus a rose will fill the heart that wish for respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air and yet for it's the angel that whisper respect in the air by filling the air with respect for every whisper thus once heart will feel a warm smile that will touch a heart and yet every rose that bloom is the rose of respect.



The more one wish for the touch of respect is the one with eyes tat will twinkle in the sky but for every rose that been touch with respect for it's like being touch by the light of life just to look to the sky for there a falling star for one to wish for the touch of respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger it will get and yet every rose that bloom is the rose of respect.



For one who wish for the touch of respect is like wishing for a angel child to touch once heart for some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect or every touch the more stars that one will shine in the sky with respect yet for every star that touch the sky is the star of the angel of respect and yet every rose that bloom is the rose of respect.