For One To Feel The Respect Yet The Star Is Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the sun for every min that one feel the sun a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect every moment that one wish to feel the respect but yet one look to the blue sky for what one see is the sun that fill once heart but yet for one to feel the respect yet the star is respect.


Where there a bird thus the bird will fill the blue sky with respect just to see a rose for every touch of a rose is like feeling the sun that is fill with respect every min that the sun shin for one will feel the respect yet for one to feel the respect yet the star is respect.


Just to feel the even breeze is like feel the touch by a rose that been fill with respect but where there happiness for one could see the light that shine in the night sky for every rose there a touch of respect but every star is the family for who is the angel of the nigh sky and yet for one to feel the respect yet the star is respect.


To feel the touch of respect is to be fill with the light of life thus for one to feel the touch for some where there a angel waiting to fill once heart with respect the more one wish to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose yet for one to feel the respect yet the star is respect.