For Every Rose That One See Is The Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun shine thus there a rose for every angel that fill it with respect but yet when one feel the sun for it's the roses that one feel but every rose is the rose of a angel that fill the air with respect yet just to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose and yet for every rose that one see is the rose of respect.


Thus where there a rose for every bird will sing for the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to look to the sky for there a star with a twinkle but for every twinkle is the twinkle of a rose that touch once heart with respect and yet to the family respect mean a lot to the family and yet for every rose that one see is the rose of respect.


When one wish for the touch of respect thus one will see the blue moon that will fill once heart where there happiness for there the sun that will warm once heart with the touch of respect but when one feel the star thus for every rose that one see is the rose of respect.


Time after time for one wish for the touch of respect but yet one see the raising of the blue moon to touch a heart with respect just to feel the touch for there a warm smile that will shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky with respect every rose that been touch been fill with respect and yet for every rose that one see is the rose of respect.