For Every Touch Of Respect Thus There A War Smile. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min one is in the night for one wish for the touch of respect but when one look to the sky thus one see the stars with eyes that sparkle in the night thus where there a angel for who wait to fill a heart with respect but for every star there a angel to fill once heart yet for every touch of respect for there a warm smile.


One who wish just to feel the touch of respect is one who's heart with to feel the touch of respect for some where there a angel that will fill once heart just to feel the night breeze that whisper respect is like hearing the birds that sing in the blue sky for the touch of respect and yet for every touch of respect thus there a warm smile.


Thus where one see the moon for one see the light of life for who will feel the light of life is the one who will feel the touch of respect but when there a warm smile thus it's the sun that one feel but every min that one see a rose for every touch of respect thus there a warm smile.


For night after night one wait to feel the touch of respect but the stars that one see is the family that will fill the heart with respect for every moment tat the moon light shine thus the more stronger respect will get but just when once heart feel the the touch of respect for once eyes shall sparkle but yet for every touch of respect thus there a warm smile.