To Be Touch By A Rose Is Like Being Touch By A Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus for where there a rose thus the sun shall touch a rose with respect but for every touch of respect for a star shall shine in the night but when the new moon raise thus it's the moon light of life just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air the more one feel the light of life the stronger respect will get for one who wish for the touch of respect and yet to be touch by a rose is like being touch by a angel of respect.


Thus the more one is touch the more one will the stars on the family of angels for every angel is the angel of respect but for where a angel thus one shall feel the touch of a lily that been fill with respect the more once heart feel the touch of respect the more the sun will shine some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect will see a sparkle for it's the angel that fill the air with respect and yet to be touch by a rose is like being touch by a angel of respect.



Some where for the angel wait for a heart to fill with the touch of respect but for every star that sparkle for once heart shall be fill with the touch of respect but the more one feel respect for the light of life shall fill a heart with the touch of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that warming once heart with respect for it's the angel that touch the sun with respect the more one feel the touch of respect the more a rose shall bloom with respect and yet to be touch by a rose is like being touch by a angel of respect.



Thus for every min that on see a bird for the bird will sing for a heart that wish for respect but every wish thus one will see more stars with the sparkle of respect but for who's eyes will be fill with the sparkle of the angel that will be touch with respect just to feel the moon light is like being in the arms of the angel of respect and yet to be touch by a rose is like being touch by a angel of respect.