The Touch Of A Hand Is The Hand Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that the moon shine for one will feel the touch of a star that shine in the night and yet just to feel the light of life is like feeling the touch of the angel hand but every star that one see is the angel of respect but the touch of a hand is like being touch by a rose that is the rose of the angel and yet the touch of a hand is the the hand of respect.



Thus for every touch of a hand for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who's heart will be fill with respect when the sun raise for every bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for respect just to feel the sun that will warm once heart thus the more one see a bird the more the bird will touch the sky with respect and yet the touch of a hand is the hand of respect.



Just to look to the sky for every star that one see is the eyes of the angel that will fill the air with the touch of respect that will touch a heart but for every heart that respect touch for there a warm smile that will warm a heart for who's heart will feel the touch of the sun that will warm once heart and yet the touch f a hand is the hand of respect.



For where there happiness thus one will feel the the hand that fill once heart with the touch of respect but every moment that a heart wish for respect the more one will feel the light of life that is the light of respect every time that a heart wish for respect for one will see the eyes of the angel of respect and yet the touch of a hand is the the of respect.