For What One Feel Is The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see he morning sun thus every rose that one see shall fill once heart with the touch of respect for it's he angel that touch every rose with respect but for one who look to the sky thus one wish to feel with touch of respect yet for who's heart will be touch with respect and yet for what one feel is the touch of respect.


For every touch of respect thus the birds shall sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet when one see the sun for it's the angel that one feel with the touch of respect just to feel the breeze that whisper in the air but when one feel a warm smile for one feel the touch of the angel with respect and yet for what one feel is the touch of respect.



For every touch thus one eyes shall sparkle in the night with the touch of respect for every sparkle is the sparkle of respect but for one who look to the sky thus one wish for the touch of respect just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect yet when there a warm smile for the sun will shine but yet for what one feel is he touch of respect.



Where there the sun thus there happiness the more one wish the stronger respect will get when it touch a heart just to feel the touch is like feeling the of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to one who wish for the touch of respect for every touch of respect for one shall see the eyes of the angel but yet for what one feel is the touch of respect.