The Day The Birds Sing For A Hear That Wish For Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Some where there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect but when the sun raise for every rose that one see been touch with respect but for every touch of respect will touch the heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the day the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect.



But yet when the sun touch the sky for every that been touch with respect for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect thus when a rose is touch with respect for the rose will touch a heart that wish for respect the more a rose bloom with the touch of respect the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the day the birds sing for heart that wish for respect.



Some where a heart wish to feel the touch of respect but when one feel the sun thus the sun will warm a heart that wish for respect thus it's the sun that will warm the heart that wish for respect and yet for every rose will fill the air with the touch of respect yet for every min that the sun warm a hart for one feel the warm smile that the angel of respect touch the sun with and yet the day the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect.



Where here a rose for one will feel the touch of a star that will twinkle in the sky but when one see a star for what on see is the eyes of the angel that will touch a heart with the touch of respect just to feel the morning breeze is like being ouch by a rose that is full of respect yet the more the sun shine the more once hear will feel the touch of respect and yet the day the birds sing for a heart that wish for respect.