To Be Kiss Is To Be Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Who one look to the night sky thus one wish to feel the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for one who wish for the touch of respect yet for one who been kiss has been touch with the touch of respect and yet to be kiss is to be touch with respect.


Where there the sun for one will be kiss by the angel of respect thus one shall feel the kiss of respect but yet for who's heart will be touch with the touch of the sun that will warm once heart with respect just to look he sky for one see a star with a twinkle but for one to be kiss is the kiss of the sun and yet to be kiss is to be touch with respect.


When one feel the touch of a angel thus it's the sun that one feel for every min that one wish for the touch of respect but what one feel is a kiss of respect but for who will feel the kiss of respect to be kiss is like being touch by a rose that is full of respect and yet to be kiss is to be touch with respect.



Where there a warm smile for one feel the touch of a kiss of respect but yet every rose that one see is the rose of the angel for who's the angel of respect for where there happiness thus one feel the touch of the angel that fill once heart with respect and yet to be kiss is to be touch with respect.