For Every Lily Thus There A Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see the sun thus one feel the touch of respect but for when one feel the warm smile thus it's angel that one feel feel in he morning sun that will warm once heart with the touch of respect and yet where there a lily for the rose shall touch the lily with respect just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of the rose and yet for every lily thus there a rose of respect.


For every bird that one see will touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but the birds that one see is the birds of the angel for who touch the birds with respect but yet one wish for the touch of respect thus every bird that fill the sky with respect thus the birds will sing for once heart that wish for respect and yet for every lily thus there a rose of respect.


Just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for every min the the night breeze whisper the more one will see the stars of respect for every star is the family of respect for the family is who fill the air with the touch of respect but when one look in the eyes of the angel for one see the sparkle in the angel eyes and yet for every lily thus there a rose of respect.



Thus when night come the more one wish for the touch of respect but for every star will twinkle in the night the more the stars twinkle the more the angel will fill a heart with respect just to look to the sky for one see a angel for who's heart is fill with respect for where there a angel for one will feel the touch of respect and yet for every lily thus there a rose of respect.