For One Who Wish For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one don't feel respect for there no stars to see but one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for what one feel is emptiness and yet one wish for the touch of respect for every min that one wish for respect yet for one who wish for the touch of respect.


Some where a angel for who wait to fill once heart with the touch of respect but when one see a star thus the star is the angel that will fill once heart just to feel the night breeze for every min that one wait thus one see the eyes of a angel for who's heart is fill with respect but yet for one who wish for the touch of respect.


Where there a heart that is fill with respect thus one will feel the touch of the moon light that will touch once heart with the light of life when the moon raise for it's the moon of respect thus every star that one see is the angel of respect and yet for one who wish for the touch of respect.


For every moment that one wish for respect shall feel the light of the moon that touch once heart thus once heart is like a rose in full bloom with the touch of respect just to feel the touch of respect thus once eyes will sparkle in the diamond in the night sky for every touch of the moon the more one will feel the touch thus for one who wish for the touch of respect.