Some Where A Heart Wish For The Touch Of Respect.. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
Some where a angel will ouch a heart that sit alone and yet for every heart that wish for respect thus one will feel the touch of the sun that will touch every rose that is in full bloom with respect just to fill a heart but for who's heart will be touch with respect yet every min one feel the touch of respect for one feel the touch of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect and yet some where a heart wish for the touch of respect.
Just for every min that one see a star for where there a star thus there a moon of respect but when the angel touch a heart for once heart will bloom like a rose with the touch of respect every night is a beautiful night for a walk under the stars of respect the more the stars shine the more one feel the touch of respect thus every touch of respect for respect the stronger respect get and yet some where a heart wish for the touch of respect.
Thus when the sun raise for every rose that been touch with respect for the birds that one see will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet when one see a falling star thus one wish for the respect but one see the eyes of the angel that fill the air night after night the stars shine in the sky with the touch of respect that will fill a heart and yet some where a heart wish for the touch of respect.
Some where one dream of being touch with respect but just to wish for the touch of respect is like wishing for a angel of the night to touch a heart with respect but just to feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that been fill with respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one will see the angel of respect time after time the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet some where a heart wish for the touch of respect.
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