The Night Breeze That Whisper Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who feel the morning sun thus a rose been touch by the sun that is fill with the touch of respect for when the sun been touch with respect thus the air been fill with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus for one who wish for the touch of respect and yet the night breeze that whisper respect.


The more that one feel the breeze thus the birds will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one see a star for it's the angel that one see for who will touch a heart with respect just to look to the sky the more one feel the breeze that whisper respect but when one wish for the touch of respect but yet the night breeze that whisper respect.


Just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the light of life every min that one wish the stronger respect get but it's the light of life that one feel night after night one wish for respect the more the stars sparkle in the night where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the night breeze that whisper respect.


Thus every moment that the stars sparkle for the is filling a heart with the touch of respect time after time for one feel the sparkle in the night but when there happiness for there a rose that will touch one with the touch of respect but when one been touch with the twinkle of respect for there a warm smile that shine like the morning sun and yet the night breeze that whisper respect.