For One Who Sit In The Night Sit For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For One Who Sit In The Night Sit For The Touch Of Respect.



Where there the moon light for there a lily that wait to the touch by the angel that live in the sky but yet to smile is like feeling the sun that warm once heart and yet every min that one feel the sun for thus the sky is the home of the angel of respect but for the one who sit in the night sit for the touch of respect.


Tonight for every star shall shine with the angel of respect but when the sun raise thus the angel of respect rest for another night just to touch a heart with respect night by night every star that one see for one feel every rose that been touch with respect just to look to the sky for the angel of respect that will sparkle with respect but yet for every sparkle is the sparkle of respect and a heart fill with respect thus for one who sit in the night sit for the touch of respect for when the sun raise thus the sun shall touch every rose that is in full bloom with respect yet for one who sit in the night sir for the touch of respect.



Some where a heart beat the touch of respect thus the heart that beat for respect see a falling star with a twinkle but for time after time the star with the twinkle thus it's the angel of respect has a twinkle in the eyes to touch a heart when one feel a warm smile for one wish for a star to touch a heart with respect but for one who sit in the night sit for the touch of respect.


For one who sit in the night yet one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air the more the night breeze whisper the more one shall see the family with a warm smile that will touch a heart with respect thus every time that one wish for respect a star raise with a twinkle in it's just to fill a heart with happiness and yet for one who sit in the night sit for the touch of respect.


Where there happiness for a heart shall sing a sweet song of respect for a heart to feel and yet the more the heart sing the more one will see a bird for the bird is the bird of the angel of respect for it's the angel who's heart is full of respect but for every moment that the angel touch a heart the more one will feel a warm smile thus for one who sit in the night sit for the touch of respect.Than

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Well good morning to all you lovely heart that feel the touch of respect in the night thus it was the angel of respect that touch every heart that wish for respect.
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