The Star Of Respect Is Like Being Touch By A Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every min that one feel the warm smile for it's the sun that one feel the more one feel a warm smile thus the star will twinkle in the one who wish for respect but just to see the bird that will sing for a heart that wish for respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air yet for every warm smile for it's the angel that touch once heart and yet the star of respect is like being touch by a rose of respect.



But for when one will feel the touch of respect hat will fill the air just to see a bird touch the sky for every bird that one see is the the bird of the angel with respect but some where the angel of respect is touch a heart with respect that will fill a heart but just to see the eyes of the angel is like feeling the touch of every rose that been touch with respect and yet the star of respect is like being touch by arose of respect.



Time after time for the birds shall sing for every heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just when the stars twinkle for one see a falling star with a warm smile that will warm once heart with respect but yet for every moment that one wish for respect for the falling star is the angel that will touch a heart with respect and yet the star of respect is like being touch by a rose of respect.



Thus for every morning that he sun raise for every bird will touch the sky with respect but when one see a rose that been touch with respect shall fill the heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every min hat the morning breeze whisper respect for it's the angel that whisper respect for when it's night for one will feel the touch of respect and yet the star of respect is like being touch by a rose of respect.