The Night That The Night Breeze Whisper For A Heart To Touch. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one wish for the touch of respect that will fill once heart but for every touch of respect the more the night breeze will whisper for a heart to be touch with respect the more the breeze whisper for a heart to touch with respect the more the stars will shine in the sky and yet the night that the night breeze whisper for a heart to touch.



Some where there a hart hat wish for respect but the more one feel the night breeze that whisper respect for a heart to touch with respect but for every min that one see the sun for it's the angel of respect that will warm once heart and yet for every rose that one see will bloom in full but yet when the moon raise thus one shall feel the light of life and yet the night that breeze whisper for a heart to touch.



Thus for every star that touch a heart for one will feel the light of respect but for the birds that sing fora heart that wish for respect and yet one see the eyes of the angel of respect thus the sky is were one see the angel of respect but when one smile for once heart been touch with respect and yet the night that the night breeze whisper for a heart to touch.



Where there a rose for one will feel the star that will touch once heart but when one feel the touch for the moon will shine in the sky with the touch of respect just to look in the eyes of the angel for one feel the touch of respect but to the family that fill the air with respect and yet the night that the night breeze whisper for a heart to touch.