Here At Midnight For One Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every midnight for one will feel the touch of respect thus it' the angel that will touch one with the touch of respect just to feel the touch of respect for one will have a warm smile that will shine like the morning sun for every touch of respect and yet here at midnight for one feel the touch of respect.


When midnight is here thus one will see the full moon and yet the full moon will fill once heart with the light of life but to the family life mean a lot to the family yet every min that the sun raise for one will feel the warm touch of life but for who's heart will be touch with respect and yet here at midnight for one feel the touch of respect.



Where there a full moon thus it's light of life is like the ouch of respect or every touch for once eyes shall sparkle at midnight the moon one feel the full moon thus the more he touch of respect will fill once heart just to be touch by the full moon is like being touch by the rose of a angel and yet here at midnight for one feel the touch of respect.



Thus every rose that one touch shall fill the air with respect yet every rose that been touch is the rose of the family of angels where there a warm smile for one will sun the morning sun that been fill with the touch of respect just to look in the eyes of the angel for one will see the sparkle of respect and yet here at midnight for one feel the touch of respect.