Raymond Sawyer


The Touch Of A Rose Is The Touch Of Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer

What a beautiful day just to wish for the touch of respect but when one see a rose thus the wish for the touch of respect but when one see a rose for the rose is the rose of the angel of respect thus for every touch that the one feel is the touch of a rose that been fill with respect but yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of respect.


Just to feel the touch of a rose with respect for every touch of respect is like being touch by the angel for who's heart is full of respect thus the more once heart is fill with respect the more one will see every star that will shine in the night for when the moon shine thus one will feel the touch of the light of life that will fill once heart but for every min that one wish for one will feel the warm smile and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of respect.


For where there happiness thus a heart been touch with respect but for who's eyes will one look into thus for every star that shine will fill the night air with respect but for who will be touch with a warm smile that shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky but to see the birds that will fill the air with the touch of respect night after night for every star that touch the night sky is the angel of respect and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of respect.


For one who touch the sky thus one touch the star of the angel that will fill once heart with the touch of respect thus when one feel the touch of a rose for one will feel the light of life that will get stronger in once heart for every heart is like a rose that been touch with respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect the more one feel the touch of respect the more the stars will shine and yet the touch of a rose is the touch of respect.

Topic(s) of this poem: than-bauk

Form: Ballad


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Well good morning to all the people that come here just for a good of fresh cup of coffee just before they have to be at work but when they feel a warm smile that says welcome to Star bucks.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015



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