As The Night Get Longer Thus There Is Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When night is fill with the stars that is the angels of the night and yet for one who see the stars thus one see the angels of respect just to feel the touch of respect thus every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet the rose is the rose of love but every rose is the angel of respect but yet as the night get longer thus there is respect.


To feel the touch of respect thus one think of the blue moon that fill the night air with respect but for every touch of respect for one will feel the touch of the angel who is full of respect but when the sun raise thus every bird will sing for the touch of respect yet as the night get longer thus there is respect.



For every min that one feel the touch of respect shall feel the touch of the stars that sparkle in the night and yet for one who see the stars for once eyes shall twinkle in the night like a diamond in the night sky every touch shall light up once life with respect but as the night get longer thus there is respect.


For every rose there a warm smile that will shine like the sun that touch the blue sky with respect for where there happiness thus there a warm smile that will fill the night air with the respect that fill once heart just to see the sun is like seeing the angel of respect but as the night get longer thus there is respect.