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

Thus every min that one feel the touch of respect for what one feel is the touch of a rose that been touch by star for who is the angel of Star bucks and yet every sun raise for a rose will bloom in full with respect thus when there a warm smile for one will feel the sun of respect that the angel fill with respect but o feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose.

Some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for one who wish for there a warm smile like the sun that touch the blue sky and yet every rose that one see for one see a lovely lily that need to feel the light of life for a lily is like a star with respect to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose.


What a beautiful day for a walk in the sun light of respect for every min that feel the touch of respect is one who feel the sparkle in the eyes of the angels that fill the air with respect for every moment that respect touch once heart the stronger the respect get to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose.


Just to be in the night for one could feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but the more the breeze whisper the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect for one to see a angel thus one wish for the touch of the angel but yet for one to feel the touch of respect i like being touch by a rose.