To Wish Is To Dream Of The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every window that is open for it's for the angel of respect to touch a heart that wish for respect but yet when one wish thus one dream of the touch of respect for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect just to look the sky for one see a star that twinkle in the night thus every twinkle is the twinkle of respect and yet to wish is to dream of the touch of respect.



For one who dream is one who wish for the touch of respect but when the moon raise for it will touch the night sky with respect for who's eyes will sparkle in the night thus the eyes that one see is the eyes of the angel of respect to fill a heart that wish for respect but for every touch of respect one will wish for the touch of respect and yet every star that touch the night sky shall shine in the night and yet to wish is to dream of the touch of respect.



Thus for every wish for one will dream of a angel filling once heart with respect but just to dream is like dreaming of being touch by the rose of the angel of respect the more one dream the more respect will touch once heart but yet for every rose that one see will bloom in full with respect and yet to wish is to dream of the touch of respect.



Where there a heart that wish for respect thus a bird will sing for a heart that wish for respect just when the sun raise for one will see every rose that is in full bloom with the touch of respect but it's the sun that one feel with respect where there happiness for one will feel the touch of a warm smile and yet to wish is to dream of the touch of respect.