One Who Wish For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When it's a beautiful night and yet for every clear night for one could see a star but every min that one see the star thus one wish for the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect just to feel the morning sun is like feeling the touch of a rose and yet one who wish for the touch of respect.


For one who feel the touch of the moon light is one for who's heart wish for the touch of respect but when the moon raise to touch the night sky with respect but the light that one see is the light of life for the more one feel the light of life the more one will see a star and yet one who wish for the touch of respect.


Where there is light for one shall feel the touch of the star that will fill once heart with the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for every star that one see shall twinkle in the night sky when one feel the light of life thus one eyes shall sparkle in the night but yet one who wish for the touch of respect.


For every sparkle for there a rose that bloom in full of respect but for who will be touch with the respect yet for one who see a star for one see the eyes of the angel of respect just to feel the warm smile is like feeling the morning sun that touch the morning blue sky with respect and yet one who wish for the touch of respect.