To Look In The Eyes Thus One See The Light Of Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For every min that one look in the eyes of a angel thus one could see the light of respect but it's the light that will shine in the night just to feel the light of respect is like being touch by a angel for who's smile that shine like the morning sun that will touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but when it's night thus the more one will see the stars with a sparkle of respect and yet to look in the eyes thus one see the light of respect.
Thus for every light that one see is the light of the angel for who's heart is full of respect that will touch a heart that wish for respect and yet every moment that the light touch a heart for the birds shall sing for a heart that wish for respect time after time for one shall feel the touch of a warm smile that will fill a heart that wish for respect but every rose that one see for who's heart will be fill with respect and yet to look in the eyes thus one see the light of respect.
Where there happiness for every warm smile shall touch every rose that is in full bloom with respect but yet for a rose that is full bloom shall fill a heart with the touch of respect but when one who wish for respect thus one feel the touch of the angel for who touch the sky with respect just to see the new moon is like feeling the touch of a rose that been fill with respect and yet to look in the eyes thus one see the light of respect.
Thus for every warm smile for there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night but yet when one see the light for every light that one see shall touch a heart with respect night after night for the night sky is clear for one to see the eyes of respect yet for the family who is the angel of respect for respect mean a lot to one who wish for respect and yet to look in the eyes thus one see the light of respect.
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