For Every Min That One See The Light Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for every rose that one feel thus it's the angel of respect that touch every rose that is in full bloom with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus every moment that one look to the sky for one see the eyes of a angel just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose and yet for every min that one see the light of respect.



Thus for every min the sun shine for every bird that one see will fill the air with the touch of respect but when the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect but yet when one feel the ouch of a warm smile that will fill a rose with respect just to look in the eyes of the angel for who fill the air with the touch of respect for the night sky is the house of the angel with respect and yet for every min that one see the light of respect.



Every moment that one feel the light of the sun thus for every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air thus for every whisper is the whisper of respect for every star shall twinkle in the one for who wish for the touch of respect thus for when the sky is dark thus one shall see the stars with a sparkle in the night and yet for every min that one see the light of respect.




Thus for every touch of the stars is the ouch of the angel of respect for who will fill a heart with the touch of respect just to feel the light of respect is like being touch by a rose of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night but when one see the sun thus the sun shall warm once heart with respect the more a heart wish for the touch of respect thus the more one will see the light of respect that will touch a heart and yet for every min that one see the light of respect.