Every Rose Thus There The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one feel the raising of the sun thus one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart for who wish for the touch of respect but when one see a bird for it will touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect yet for every rose that been touch with respect and yet every rose thus there the angel of respect.



Just to see a rose that is in full bloom that will touch a heart with respect for ever rose that one see is the rose of the angel that touch a rose with respect but every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect but when one feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air thus every whisper is the whisper of respect just t look to the sky for there a star with a twinkle of respect and yet every rose thus there the angel of respect.



Thus the more one feel the touch of respect the more a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect thus its the angel that fill the air with the touch of respect that one feel just to see the moon for one will feel the light of life that will shine in the night for every touch of the light of life the stronger respect will get and yet every rose thus there the angel of respect.



For when the sun shine thus every rose will fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one see a star thus the star will twinkle in the night with the touch of respect yet every star is the angel of respect but yet just to feel the touch of the angel is like being touch by a rose that bloom in full but where there a heart for one will feel the touch of respect and yet every rose thus there the angel of respect..