The Rose Of Love Is The Rose Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise thus every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of the sun that been touch with respect but for who will feel the touch of respect when one feel the light of the moon thus the moon light is the light of life just when one felt the touch of a warm smile that will shine like the morning sun and yet the rose of is the rose of respect.


Where there a rose thus there the sun that will touch the rose with respect but when one see a bird thus the bird is the angel of respect just to feel the sun is like looking to the night sky for a star to wish on but where there night the more one wish for the touch of respect for every min that one feel the touch of respect for once eyes shall sparkle like the diamond in the night but yet the rose of love is the rose of respect.


Every moment for the sun shall touch every rose that one see but it's the angel that touch every rose that one see just when the sun raise for one wish for the touch of respect when the stars sparkle
in the night thus its the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air and yet the rose of love is the rose of respect.



The rose of love thus the family look at the rose of love being special but when one touch the rose for one feel the touch of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that shine for every touch of the rose thus once heart shall bloom like a rose of respect for who's heart will bloom with respect and yet the rose of love is the rose of respect.