For Every Star That One See Is The Star Of Respect - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
Here on a lovely night for one feel the touch of respect but when one look to the sky thus one see the eyes of the angels that fill the night sky with the touch of respect but just to see the stars thus one feel the light of life that mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect but every min that a star twinkle is the twinkle of respect for when the moon raise to touch the night sky and yet for every star that one see is the star of respect.
But for every star there a angel to fill a heart that wish for respect just to feel the touch of the angel is like looking in the eyes of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect time after time for one wish to feel the touch of respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect every min that one feel the touch of respect for one feel the angel that fill once heart with respect for every moment that one feel the touch thus one feel the angel and yet for every star that one see is the star of respect.
Day by day for every rose that one see thus the more one seethe birds touching the blue sky with respect just to feel the touch of respect is like being held by the angel of respect but it's the touch of a rose that fill once heart with respect the stronger respect get the more one will see the stars with a sparkle in the night and yet for every star that one see is the star of respect.
But yet for when the moon raise thus one will fill the light of life thus for every min that the night goes by the more the stars will shine in the night but for every angel there a heart that been touch with respect for who will feel the touch of respect but to the family respect is what one wish to feel in once heart and yet for every star that one see is the star of respect.
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