A Rose Of The Angel Is The Rose Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when it's sun set for one will feel the light of life hat will touch a heart but for every moon light that touch a heart thus it's the angel that one feel for where there happiness thus the warm smile that one feel is the smile of the angel of respect but just to see a bird that touch the sky is like seeing the angel and yet a rose of the angel is the rose of the angel of respect.



Thus for every star that shine is the star of respect that will touch a heart with respect but for who will feel the touch of respect that will touch once heart for every touch thus once eyes will twinkle with respect but when the sky is clear for one will see the moon but when the moon raise to touch the sky for it will touch the sky with respect and yet a rose of the angel is the rose of the angel of respect.



Every min that the heart wish for the touch of respect but just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the whisper of respect where there a heart that wish for respect but when once feel the touch of respect for it's the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night but when one look to the sky and yet a rose of the angel is the rose of the angel of respect.



For where there a rose for one will see a dove that been touch with respect but for every min that one see the dove for one will be touch with the touch of respect for it's the angel that touch the dove with respect thus for every rose that been touch with respect for the dove will fill the air with the touch of respect and yet a rose of the angel is the rose of the angel of respect.