For Every Star That One See Is Like Feeling The Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who feel the sun for one feel he touch of respect for it was he angel that fill the sun with respect every min that one feel the touch of respect he stronger it will get but when one see a bird thus the bird will sing for once heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet for every star that one see is lie feeling the respect.



When one see the sun for it's like summer but yet for every min that one feel the sun but just to feel the summer breeze that whisper in the air but every min tat one feel the summer breeze is like feeling the touch of respect where there a warm smile thus a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet for every star that one see is like feeling the respect.



When there a warm smile for the sun shall warm a heart with the touch of respect and for every birds that one see shall sing for the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect every min one feel the touch of respect for the stars will shine in the night sky but yet for every star that one see is like feeling the respect.


For every star that one see is the angels of the night sky that will fill the air with respect but when one see a twinkle thus it's the eyes of the angel for who's heart is fill of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the night and yet for every star that one see for once eyes shall twinkle in the nigh with the touch of respect and yet for every star that one see is like feeling the respect.