For Every Lily That One See Thus It Been Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every rose that one see for there a lily that wish for the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of the sun that been fill with respect thus it's the angel that fill the rose with respect but where the birds are is where one will feel the touch of respect and yet for every lily that one see thus it been touch with respect.



For every moment that one feel the touch of the sun for the lily shall feel the touch of respect but where there a warm smile for it's the sun that one feel that is filling once heart with respect but for every lily is like a woman heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet for every lily that one see thus it been touch with respect.


The more a lily feel the touch of respect the stronger respect will get for every min that the sun shine for the birds will sing for a heart that need to feel the touch of respect but for one who look to the sky for one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but yet for every lily that one see thus it been touch with respect.


For where there a warm smile thus it's the sun that is filling the blue sky with the touch of respect the more it touch the blue sky thus the more a rose shall bloom in full with the touch with respect just to feel the sun is like feeling the rose that is full bloom and yet for every lily that one see thus it been touch with respect.