For One Who Sleep Will Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when it's night for one sleep but every min that one sleep for one dream of being touch with the touch of respect the more one sleep the more the angel of the night will touch a heart with respect for every moment that one wish but for every star is the star of the angel of the night that will touch by a rose that been touch with respect and yet for one who sleep will feel the touch of respect.



For when the sun raise thus one will feel a warm smile that will fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to look to the sky for what one see is a falling star that is fill with respect but for who will catch the falling star that is fill with the touch of respect just to see a star the more the angel will fill a heart with respect and yet for one who sleep will feel the touch of respect.




For one who sleep thus every star shall shine in once window with the touch of respect but when the sun raise for one will feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that been touch with respect for ever min that the sun shine for one will see a bird that will fill the air with respect but yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air and yet for one who sleep will feel the touch of respect.




Every min that one sleep thus for there a angel for who will touch a heart that wish for respect time after time for one feel the sun that warm once heart but for every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of the night for who is the angel of respect but for every rose that been touch with respect will fill the morning air with the touch of respect and yet for one who sleep will feel the touch of respect.