The Night The Birds Sing For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun is up for every rose that one see is fill with respect yet for every rose that one see is the rose of the angel with the touch of respect and yet every touch of respect will fill the air but for one who wish for the touch of respect shall be touch by a rose that been fill with respect thus when one see a star for once eyes will twinkle in the night and yet the night the birds sing for the touch of respect.


Every min that one touch a rose the more the stars shall fill a heart with the touch of respect just to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect thus for every touch of a rose is like a touch of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night the more one wish for the touch of respect the stronger it get but just when the stars sparkle the more the moon shall shine in the night and yet the night the birds sing or the touch of respect.


Night after night for every wish thus a angel will fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one who wish for the touch of respect shall feel the sparkle in the night will be the night that one will see the light of life for one who feel the light of life shall shine in the night but for who's eyes will sparkle with the touch of respect and yet the night the birds sing for the touch of respect.


When one feel the light of life for it feel like that one travel threw time with the angel of respect for who fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to feel the sun is like feeling the sun on once face thus every heart will be fill with the touch of respect thus to the family respect mean a lot but for who will feel the respect and yet for the night the birds sing for the touch of respect.