To Feel The Moon Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see the sun thus there a warm smile that touch once heart for every min that one feel the touch of the warm smile thus one feel the smile of the sun that warm once heart with respect and yet one will feel feel the touch of the moon that is fill with respect but yet to feel the moon is to feel the touch of respect.


Thus every min that one feel the moon for one will the touch of respect for every moment that one feel the touch of respect for one wish to feel the touch of the angel that fill the moon with respect but where there happiness for one shall see the moon that been fill respect and yet to feel the moon is to feel the touch of respect.


For who will feel the touch of the moon and yet when feel the touch of respect thus one shall see a star that will twinkle in the night sky with the touch of respect just to look in the eyes of the angel is like seeing a rose that is in full bloom with the touch of respect yet to feel the moon is to feel the touch of respect.


Every touch of respect is what one will feel but when the moon raise thus one will feel the touch of respect when one see a bird thus one will feel the respect that touch the bird where there the sun for every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet to feel the moon is to feel the touch of respect