For Every Touch Of Respect For There A Warm Smile. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the touch of respect for every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of the sun for it's the angel that fill the sun with the touch of respect thus one will see a bird that will touch the sky with the touch of respect for it been touch with respect and yet for every touch of respect for there a warm smile.


Some where in the night for the angel wait for a heart to wish for the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect by the angel of the night just to feel the touch is lie feeling the touch of a rose that is in full bloom with the touch of respect yet every moment that one feel the touch of respect the more one see a bird singing for the touch of respect and yet for every touch of respect for there a warm smile.


Thus when the one the moon light for one will feel the touch of the light of life but for who will feel the touch of the light of life but yet for one will see a star with a twinkle in the night sky but for every twinkle is the angel that is filling the night sky with respect and yet for every touch of respect for there a warm smile.



Where there a heart for one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart with the touch of respect and yet for there a bird that been touch with respect the more one feel the warm smile the closer one will feel the touch of respect yet the more one wish for the touch of respect and yet for every touch of respect for there a warm smile.