To Feel Respect Is Like Touching A Heart That Wish For Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who wish to feel the touch of respect is touching a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to touch a heart with respect is like being by a rose that been touch with respect for it's the angel of respect that fill every rose that one see in full bloom and yet for every bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet to feel respect is like touching a heart that wish for respect.



Thus when a heart wish for respect for a star will shine in the sky with respect but just to feel the whisper threw the trees that whisper respect that will fill a heart that wish for respect thus the more one feel the whisper in the air the stronger it will get but just to look to the sky thus one will see the eyes of the angel of respect and yet to feel respect is like touching a heart that wish for respect.



Where there a angel thus one will see a star that twinkle in the night for every star that one see shall touch a heart with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect every moment that one feel the touch of respect for one feel the light of life but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the nigh and yet to feel respect is like touching a heart that wish for respect.



When it's night for one will see every star that shine in the night but for every moment that one wish for the touch of respect the more one will see the stars with a twinkle yet for where there a star that twinkle is the star of the angel of respect but just to touch a rose is like being touch by the light of respect and yet to feel respect is like touching a heart that wish for respect.