The Touch Of A Hand Is The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one feel the touch of a hand thus once heart beat with respect but for every rose that touch the air for the birds shall sing with respect yet for every touch of a hand is the touch of the angel of respect just the touch of a hand is the touch of respect every min that a hand touch a heart is like a rose that touch once heart and yet the touch of a hand is the touch of respect.


For every moment that the moon shine in the night for one shall see the eyes of the angel for who fill the air with respect thus the more one feel the touch of respect the more stars one will see but just to look to the sky for one see the eyes of respect that will touch a heart where there happiness for there a warm smile yet the touch of a hand is the touch of respect.




Night after night for one dream of the touch of respect just to feel the hand of respect is like being touch by a rose of the angel of respect when the sun raise thus every bird shall fill the sky with the touch of respect oh beautiful sun light for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect every moment that one wish for respect the more once eyes shall sparkle and yet the touch of a hand is the touch of respect.



The touch of the hand is the hand of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but for every rose that the angel touch been fill with respect that will fill a heart just to look to the sky for the light of the moon is the light of life but yet just the touch of the angel hand is the touch of the angel respect yet the touch of a hand is the touch of respect.




Some where there a heart that sit in the dark but every min that a heart sit in the dark the more the hand of the angel will touch a heart with respect thus every day is the day that a heart will feel the touch of respect in the air just to see a bird that will touch the blue sky for it the bird of the angel of respect yet the touch of a hand is the of respect.