The Night That A Child Was Born With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when the night a child was born for one will see the eyes of the angel that touch a child heart with respect but for who is the child that was touch with respect just to feel the warm smile of the child is like feeling the touch of the sun that warm once heart and yet the night a child was born with respect.



Thus for every star that one see is the star of the child that was born but yet every min that one feel the touch of respect for it's the child that touch once heart with respect but when the moon raise thus one will see the eyes of the child that been touch with respect for the child is the angel of the night that will shine in the night and yet the night that a child was born with respect.



Every star that one see is the star of the angel for who is the angel with the touch of respect but when one see a rose that been fill just to touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who's eyes will one see in the night that will warm once heart with the touch of respect and yet the child that was born with respect.




For one who wish for the touch of respect is one with a warm smile that shall warm the heart that wish for respect just to feel the touch of the sun is like feeling the light of life thus every touch for a rose will bloom in full with respect yet when one see the child with respect for there happiness every min that the child that was born with respect for one feel respect and yet the night a child was born with respect.