The Night A Rose Was Touch With Respect To Touch A Heart. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus when the sun raise for every rose will be touch with respect but just to see every rose that is in full bloom just to be touch by a rose that been touch with respect just to see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect and yet the night a rose was touch with respect to touch a heart.



For every water fall thus there the angel of respect for who will touch a heart with respect for day by day the star that one see is the star of the angel of respect for who's eyes will shine in the sky thus every moment that one feel the touch of a rose for one will feel the touch of respect and yet the night a rose was touch with respect to touch a heart.



Some where there a rose of the angel of respect for a heart wish for the touch of respect that will fill once heart but yet every touch that one feel will feel the light of respect but for every min tat the sun shine for it will warm once heart with respect just to see the moon raise to the sky is like seeing a rose in full bloom with respect and yet the night a rose was touch with respect to touch a heart.


Thus for every star is like a child that wish to touch a heart with respect but for who will feel the touch of respect for one who wish for the touch of respect will be the one feel the touch of respect every min that the angel touch a heart for a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet the night a rose was touch with respect to heart a heart.