To Wish Is Like Feeling He Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see the stars thus one wish for a good cup of fresh coffee but yet one feel the touch o respect some where he angel of respect has fill once heart with respect for every star that one see will sparkle in the night sky.


T o be here is like being with the angels of Star bucks thus for the family of Star bucks is like being in the arms of the angel of respect but yet just to see a falling star is like looking into the eyes of one of the angel but one feel a breeze that whisper in the ear of one.



Every star that one see is the star with eyes that sparkle like the diamond in the night sky but yet the moon light is up for one could see the angel of respect for time after time that the angel will fill a heart with the light of life but when the sun is down yet one see the sun set that been fill with respect.


The more the moon light shine thus one wish to feel the light of life for life is special just to be in the arms of he angel of respect for one can see every sparkle in the eyes of the family of Starbucks for it's Star bucks that have good cu of fresh coffee to dink but one get the touch of light of life.