To Touch A Lily Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

To Touch A Lily Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect.



When one wish for the touch of respect thus every rose that been touch with respect for there a lily that will a heart with respect for the lily that one see is the lily of the angel of respect just to look at he lily is like being touch by the rose of the angel of respect a special rose is a special lily for the sun to touch with respect thus for every special lily for one will see he eyes of the angel of respect yet for who will touch the special lily of respect and yet to touch a lily is to feel the touch of respect.



Every where one go for one will feel the touch of respect close to once heart and yet every min that one wish to feel the touch of respect is to feel the warm smile hat will warm once heart but yet for where here a star there a lily that will fill the air with respect time after time for every bird that show the eyes of the angel and yet for when the sun raise for every rose will bloom just to feel the lily is like being touch by the angel for who wish for the touch of respect and yet to touch a lily is to feel the touch of respect.




Day by day that the sun will shine where one see he lily of respect but just but for who's eyes will be touch with the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of the more the lily will touch every heart with respect for it's the angel of respect that one will feel tonight is the night for every star shine for the angel of respect but when the moon raise for there the lily with respect and yet to touch a lily is to feel the touch of respect.




To touch a lily is like touching a heart with a rose of respect but when one feel the breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper that one feel is the whisper of the angel that touch the lily with respect to fill some heart that wish for the touch of respect and every touch of the lily for once eyes shall twinkle with the touch of respect for every min that a star touch the sky or a lily will touch a heart with respect and yet to touch a lily is to feel the ouch of respect.

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