For Every Moment That One Wait For The Touch Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who wish for the touch of respect is one look to the sky for the angel of respect but every star that one see in the night but just to fee the touch of the angel with the touch of respect is the star that one look for just to feel the light of life is like being touch by the sea of respect thus for where there a heart for one wish for respect and yet for every moment that one wait for the touch of respect.



Time after time for one look to the sky for the touch of respect for what one see is the light of life that fill once heart but when one see the eyes of the angel that will warm once heart with the touch of respect for every star is like the morning sun in the blue sky but for one who feel the night breeze that whisper in the air is the whisper of respect for every touch of respect in the air shall fill a heart with respect and yet for every moment that one wait for the touch of respect.



Thus the more one feel the sparkle in the night for one will be touch with the sparkle of respect but every moment that one wait the stronger respect will get but where there a warm smile thus it's the sun that will warm once heart but just to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect but for every bird that one see will sing for the touch of respect and yet for every moment that one wait for the touch of respect.



For when one feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night but the more one see the eyes of the angel the more the air shall be fill with the touch of respect but just to feel the touch of respect for every moment that one wait thus the rose that been touch with respect will touch once heart and yet for every moment that one wait for the touch of respect.