The Night That Is Fill With The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min one stand in the night for one see a star that twinkle in the night but when the moon raise for one will feel the light of life that will touch once heart with respect for it's the angel that fill the moon with the light of respect but for who's eyes sparkle in the night for every star that one see is the eyes of the angel of respect some where there a heart that been touch with respect and yet the night that is fill with the touch of respect.



Night after night for every star that shine thus one will see a falling star but when one catch the falling star thus one will wish for the touch of respect but for the star that one have is the angel of respect to fill once heart some where n the night for there a star that will touch every rose that is in full bloom with respect just to fill the air with respect and yet the night that is fill with the touch of respect.



But for when the sun raise for every bird that on see will sing fr a heart that wish for respect but just when the birds sing just for the hearts that wish for respect for every rose that one see is the rose of the angel of respect just to feel the warm smile is like been touch by the rose of the angel of respect and yet the night that is fill with the touch of respect.


Thus for every warm smile for there a rose that been touch with respect just to touch a heart with respect but for every min that once heart feel the touch of respect the more once eyes shall shine in the night but just for every heart thus some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet for one who travel threw the night travel with the stars of respect and yet the night that is fill with the touch of respect.