The Of The Hand Is The Touch Ofd Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The Of The Hand Is The Touch Ofd Respect.



When a heart wish for the touch of respect for one will see a rose that been touch with respect but for every touch that one feel is the touch of a hand of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect just to be under the moon light is like being touch by a rose that is in full bloom but yet for every touch of a hand thus one dream of being held by the angel of respect just the touch of the hand is the touch of respect.


For where the star that will touch a heart but for what one hear is a wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky is like looking in the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect oh how beautiful the night look for one feel the night breeze that whisper the sweet sound of respect just to touch a heart that wish for respect some where there open arms that wait to fill a heart with respect but the touch of the hand is the touch of respect.



Thus for every heart that been touch with respect for one shall feel a warm smile and yet the sun will raise just to touch the sky with respect time after time for one will look to the sky and wish for the touch of respect just to see a rose for a heart is like a rose that been touch by the family of the angel of respect every moment that a heart being touch for another rose shall bloom with the touch of respect.


For there a heart that feel the ray of the sun but it's the angel that is the ray of the sun that touch a heart with respect sweet beautiful sun shine for a heart feel the ray of life for it's the angel that one feel that fill a heart with respect just to see the star with eyes that twinkle with the touch of respect but for every touch of respect the stronger respect shall be for one who wish for the touch of respect yet the touch of the hand is the touch of respect.


The night that the star of respect touch a heart for when one feel the touch of respect thus for every night that the stars shine the more one will feel a warm smile of respect but yet when the night come around for a heart will feel the hand of the angel that will touch a heart with respect yet every star that shine thus the moon will light the heart that wish for the touch of respect.

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Well good morning to the beautiful world that been touch with respect but when a heart that wish for the touch of respect is the heart that been touch by the angel of respect.
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