For Every Min That One Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one feel the sun thus for what one feel is the respect that one feel from the sun and yet for every rose thus there a bird that is full of respect but where there a bird thus for the bird shall sing for the touch of respect but to the family for who have a lot of respect and yet there a warm smile that will touch once heart but for every min that one feel the touch of respect.


Jut to feel the morning breeze that whisper threw the trees for it's whisper is the whisper for the touch of respect but yet for every star that one see shall twinkle in the night but when one feel the breeze thus a angel is close by yet for every min that one feel the touch of respect.


Where there a warm smile thus one can see the morning sun just to feel the respect that the angel fill in the air but for every touch of respect the stronger respect get when the sun touch once heart and yet where the rose bloom for there a touch of respect in the air for every min that one feel the touch of respect thus for every min that one feel the touch of respect.


Oh what a wonderful day just to see the birds that is fill with the touch of respect but for every touch of the birds the more one will feel the touch of respect and yet just to feel the touch of the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose when one wish for the ouch of respect but for every min that one feel the touch of respect.