Where There A Lily Thus It Will Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every moment that one see a rose thus some where her a lily that wish to be ill with the touch of respect yet for every min that the sun shine for there a rose that been touch the family of respect but when one feel the touch of respect thus one feel the light of life and yet where there a lily thus it will feel the touch of respect.


For when one look to the sky thus one see a star that sparkle in the night for it's the family that have a lot of respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger respect get for when the sun touch once heart with respect thus for every min one feel the sun for where there a lily thus it will feel the touch of respect.


Just to feel the respect is like feeling the touch of a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet just to feel the warm smile for a rose will bloom in full with respect but when one feel the sparkle of the star thus it's the family for who have respect and yet where there a lily thus it will feel the touch of respect.


For where there happiness thus one will see a warm smile that shine in once eyes and yet just to see a lily that been touch with respect for night will slowly move in where one will see the family in the night for every star is the family of Star bucks but where there a lily thus it will feel the touch of respect.