For One To Count He Stars Thus One Count The Family. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one want to count the stars thus the moon light will touch once heart with respect for every count that one do for the family will smile that will make once heart bloom like a rose when one see the light of the moon thus one see he angel of respect.


The more one count the more stars that one will see but yet for each star that one count will touch once heart with happiness just to see one with a sparkle in once eyes is like seeing the angel of respect but yet when the sun is up for one will feel the warmth of the sun that shine.


Every star that one count is the family of Star bucks for who will be touching once heart when the sun shine for every rose shall bloom in full with respect yet here on a clear night for one see a sparkle in the night sky.


Where there a warm smile thus there a lovely star with a warm smile that shine like the morning sun but yet every rose that one see been touch with respect by the angel of he night for the stars that one count is the angel of Star bucks.



When he angels ouch once heart thus one will feel the touch of respect of the angel of the family for who is the angel of Star bucks thus every min that once see a star for once heart will be fill with fill with the touch of respect.