For Every Min That A Rose Bloom For It's Been Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every min that one feel the sun for what one feel is the touch of the angel of respect but when one see a rose in full bloom been touch with the touch of respect thus it's the sun that is fill with respect for every rose that been touch will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet for every min that a rose bloom for it's been touch with respect.


Just to feel the touch of the angel respect is like being by the sun that touch the blue sky thus every bird that one see shall sing for the touch of respect thus for who will feel the touch of respect for every bird that been touch with respect will fill the air and yet for every min that a rose bloom for it's been touch with respect.



For when the sun touch a rose thus one will feel the touch of respect but where there a star that will twinkle in once eyes but yet for every twinkle is the twinkle of respect that will fill a heart with the touch of the angel respect thus for every tree that one see for one will feel the night breeze that whisper threw the tree and yet for every min that a rose bloom for it's been touch with respect.

For when it's night thus one shall see the moon light that is the light of life but for who will feel the light of life thus life mean a lot to the family for every touch of the light of life for one will feel a warm smile that been touch with the touch of respect and yet for every min that a rose bloom for it's been touch with respect.