For Every Rose Thus There A Star Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun touch the sky for one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart with respect but for every touch of respect the more one will feel the touch of the sun that will fill the air with respect thus it's the angel that one feel and yet for every rose there a star of respect.


Thus every min that one wish for the touch of respect for every heart that wish for the touch of respect for one shall see the sun that will warm a heart with respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the angel of respect and yet for every rose thus there a star of respect.



Some where a heart wish to feel the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the warmth of respect by the sun that touch the sky every moment that one look to the sky for there a rose that is in full bloom in full with the touch of respect but the more on feel the sun the stronger respect will get time after time when one will see a star that twinkle in the sky and yet for every rose thus there a star of respect.



Thus the night that the moon raise to touch the sky for one feel the light of life but to the family the light of life just to feel the light of life is like being touch with the light of respect but when the moon touch the sky for one will see a star of respect and yet for every rose thus there a star of respect.