For A Heart That Wish For The Angel Touch Of Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For when the night sky is fill with the touch of respect but for every min the sky is touch for one who wish for the touch of respect is one who wish to feel the respect but when the sun raise thus every rose that one see is fill with respect yet or every touch for one will feel a warm smile that will touch once heart with respect and yet for a heart that wish for the angel touch of respect.
Time after time for one who been fill with respect thus when one see a rose that is in full bloom but yet every rose that is in full bloom shall touch a heart with respect for the family who fill the air with respect is the angels of Star bucks for it's the family who is the angel of respect thus every min that a star sparkle the more one will feel the touch of the sparkle of respect but yet one will see the angel of respect and yet for a heart that wish for the angel touch of respect.
Every moment that one feel the sparkle for one been touch with the light of life that will fill once heart but for who's eyes will sparkle in the night for every eye that one see will fill the night air but when one see a rose is like seeing a lily that been touch with respect when the moon raise to touch the night sky shall shine in the night just to be touch by a lily is like feeling the sun of respect and yet for a heart that wish for the angel touch of respect.
Thus when the sun raise for every rose will bloom with the touch of respect but where there happiness thus there a warm smile that will touch a heart with respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that touch a heart with respect thus where there a heart for it wish for the touch of respect but every touch of respect the more one shall see the eyes of the angel and yet for a heart that wish for the angel touch of respect.
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