To Feel The Touch Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus for one who walk in the moon light ill feel the touch of respect for it's the light of life that one will feel but just to feel the touch is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch but for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect that will touch once heart with respect just to feel the sun that touch the morning blue sky with the touch of respect and yet to feel the touch is to feel the touch of respect.



Night after night for one look to the night sky for a star but for what one see is the moon that shine in the night for every light that one see will feel the light of life that will touch a heart that wish for respect just for every heart that wish for respect the stronger respect will get when one wish for it but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect and yet to feel the touch is to feel the touch of respect.



But when a child see a rose thus a child will feel a warm smile that the angel fill the sun with the touch of respect yet when there is a warm smile for it will warm a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to look to the sky for what one see is the twinkle in the night but it's the star that will fill the air with respect every time that one see a star the more one wish for the touch of respect and yet to feel the touch is to feel the touch of respect.



Where there happiness for there a beautiful day just to feel the touch of respect but when one feel the sun for it will warm once heart with respect thus for every min that one feel the touch of respect for once eyes will twinkle in the night but yet where there a warm smile thus there the sun that will touch a heart with respect for when one look in the eyes of the angel and yet to feel the touch is to feel the touch of respect.