The Train Of Respect Is The Home Of The Hearts Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The Train Of Respect Is The Home Of The Hearts



For every heart that ride the train of respect is where one will feel the angel of respect but when one look to the sky thus there the eyes of the angel of respect with eyes that sparkle with the touch of respect just to ride the train of respect for there a warm smile that will warm the heart that wish for respect for the train of respect is the home of the hearts.


Yet for every heart that wish for the touch of respect shall feel the angel when one ride the train of respect but when one look to the sky for every star will twinkle in the eyes of with respect oh what a lovely day to ride the train of respect for every heart will beat with respect just to feel the sun is like being touch by a rose of the angel of respect but the train of respect is the home of the heart.


Thus for every ride for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the more one wish for respect the more one will see the stars in the sky that will sparkle just to see the bird that will touch the sky for every bird that touch the sky is the bird of the angel of respect but to every heart respect mean a lot for a heart the train of respect is the home of the hearts.



Some where there a heart that cry for the touch of the angel of respect to fill them heart that cry for respect every moment that a heart cry for respect the more the birds will touch the sky with respect where there happiness there a heart that been touch with respect yet time after time a heart wish for the touch of respect for day by day there a warm smile that will warm a heart with respect but the train of respect is the home of the hearts.



For every the sun raise for the birds will fill the air with the touch of respect that will touch a heart but every rose that one see shall touch a heart that will fill a heart but when one feel the sun thus it's the sun that will warm a heart with respect just to be touch by the angel of respect for once heart will be fill with respect yet the train of respect is the home of the heart.

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When a heart that been touch with respect for one will feel a warm smile that touch once heart and yet to look to the blue sky for the birds is the angel that touch the heart with respect.
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