A Night Drive For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who drive to feel the touch of respect but for every drive thus one see the new moon that shine in the night but the more the moon shine the more one wish for the touch of respect but every star that touch the night sky shall shine in the night but when one who wish for the touch of respect is one who will feel the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air and yet a night drive for the touch of respect.


For every star that one see shall feel the touch of respect and yet respect is special like a rose of the angel of respect for who will touch a heart that wish for respect yet every ouch of respect is like the touch of a rose that been fill with respect just to feel the sun is like feeling the light of life thus when one see the eyes of the angel for one will feel a warm smile and yet a night drive for the touch of respect.



To drive in the moon light for every light that one see is the light of respect that the angel touch the sky with but for one who wish for the touch of respect is like catching a falling star that shine in the night but every falling star is the star of the angel that will touch a heart with the touch of respect the more one drive the more one in the night for the touch of respect and yet a night drive for the touch of respect.



Every moment that one drive in the night the more the one feel the touch of respect but yet when the stars shine in the night thus one will see the angel of the night just to fill once heart with the touch of respect for every moon that been touch with respect thus one eyes will sparkle in the night with respect and yet a night drive for the touch of respect.