The Touch Of Respect Is Like Being Touch By The Sun. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one wish to feel respect for one will see a star with a twinkle in the night sky but yet when the sun raise for one will feel the warmth of the sun just to see every rose that bloom thus where there a rose for there a angel for who's heart is fill with respect but the touch of respect is like being touch by the sun.


Yet for every touch of the sun for the birds will sing for once heart to e fill with respect every min that one wish for respect the more one will feel the sun that been fill with respect and yet for who's heart will be touch with respect just to look the blue sky for the touch of respect is like being touch by the sun.


The more one feel the sun the stronger respect get and yet every rose is the rose of the angel that fill the sun when once eyes sparkle in the night for one is the angel with respect in once heart to fill once heart but where there a sparkle thus the touch of respect is like being touch by the sun.


Thus every touch of respect is the touch of the angel of he night and yet when one feel the warm smile thus it's the angel that fill once heart but when every min that one see the sun for one see a bird that will sing for respect some where the angel wait for once heart to fill just the touch of respect is like being touch by the sun.