The Night One Dream Of Being Touch By Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when it's night thus one dream of being touch with respect but for one see a rose that is in full bloom and yet one feel the touch of a rose that been touch with respect thus every min one dream of being touch with respect for one look to the sky thus one see a star that twinkle in the night for one wish for the ouch of respect and yet the night one dream of being touch by respect.


Thus for every dream for there a angel for who will touch the heart that wish for the touch of respect time after time one wish for the touch of respect but for every stars that one see is the eyes of a angel with a sparkle that shine in the night but when one see the moon thus the moon been fill with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect and yet the night one dream of being touch by respect.


Every moment that one dream of being touch by respect the more the light of life touch of heart with respect just to see a bird touch the sky with respect is like being touch by the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night for when one feel a warm smile that shine for ever rose shall bloom with the touch of respect and yet the night one dream of being touch by respect.



For every touch of respect for one will feel the light of life that fill once heart but just to look to the sky thus the more stars that shine in the night with respect yet every min that one dream for the angel of respect will fill the air with the touch of respect to fill once heart but every rose that bloom been fill with the touch of respect by the angel of the night and yet the night one dream of being touch by respect.