The Night The Stars Dance With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who look to the sky thus one will see the twinkle of the angel of respect for every twinkle there a heart that wish for the touch of respect for where there a star for one will feel the breeze that whisper in the air but when the breeze whisper the night the stars dance with respect and yet the night the stars dance with respect.



Thus for every star that dance for a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect for it's the angel that touch the stars with respect to dance in the sky`the more the angel touch the stars the more the stars will dance to respect but when the sun raise for every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect but just to feel the night breeze whisper thus a rose shall touch a heart with respect and yet the night the stars dance with respect.



To dance is like dancing over the sea of respect but when the moon raise to touch the sky for every touch of the moon for one will feel the light of life but just to feel the night breeze that whisper for it's the angel of respect that whisper respect just to fill a heart with respect and yet just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch y a rose that is in full bloom but for one who wish for the ouch of respect is the heart that will feel the light of life and yet the night the stars dance with respect.



For every dance is like the dance with the angel of respect for who's eyes sparkle in the sky but for who's shall dance with the stars of respect but it's the angel that one will dance with thus the more one dance with the stars the more the angel of respect will touch a heart with the touch of respect but when the sun raise for there a rose that will touch the heart that wish for respect and yet the night the stars dance with respect.