Touch Of A Hand Thus A Heart Been Fill With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus some where a angel with open arms to fill a heart with respect for every touch of respect is the touch of a rose that been fill with respect but when the sun shine thus it will warm a heart but to look to the sky for one see a bird that will touch the morning blue sky with respect just to feel the sun yet the moon shall raise with the light of life and yet touch of a hand thus a heart been fill with respect.


Some where a heart sit alone for every min that a heart sit alone thus a heart wish for the touch of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect just to see a rose for a bird will sing a sweet song of respect just to touch a heart yet when a heart been touch for one will feel a warm smile that shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky time after time for a heart beat for the touch of respect and yet touch of a hand thus a heart been fill with respect.



Oh beautiful day thus every rose that one touch is beautiful but when one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of a angel that sparkle in the sky for every sparkle is the sparkle of respect but to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose that bloom in full with the touch of respect yet for every star that one see is the family of the stars with a twinkle in the eyes and yet touch of a hand thus a heart been fill with respect.



Thus where there a happy heart for t5he angel of respect touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every touch of a hand thus the moon shall touch a heart with the light of life thus the more a heart wish for the touch of respect the more the light will fill a heart with the light of life just to be touch with the light of life is like being touch by the star with a sparkle in it's eyes but yet touch of a hand thus a heart been fill with respect.


For every heart that been touch with respect for there the eyes of the angel that sparkle in the sky with respect the more a heart feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose that bloom in full for every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect night after night for every star is the family of the angel with eyes that sparkle in the sky but yet touch of a hand thus a heart been fill with respect.