For Every Min One Look To The Sky For One Feel The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Tonight tonight for it's the night for one to see the angel with the touch of respect and yet when one look in the eyes of the angel for one will see the twinkle of respect in the angel eyes but when one feel the moon light for one feel the touch of respect just to see the angel for one wish for the touch of respect and yet for every min one look to the sky for one feel the angel.


Some where there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night with respect but for who's eyes will be touch with respect for every moment that one look to the sky for one can feel the touch of the angel yet here in the night the more one wish the more stars that one will see and yet for every min one look to the sky for one see the angel.



The more one look to the sky for one see the moon light of the moon that raise to touch the night sky for it's the moon that been fill with respect where there a heart for that heart wish to feel the touch of respect every moment that the moon shine the more the angel will fill a heart with respect but for every min one look to the sky for one feel the angel.



For every touch of respect the more the angel shall fill once heart and yet for every star that one see for one see the eyes of the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night but it's the angel that one see in the night sky for where there a warm smile thus there one been touch with respect and yet for every min one look to the sky for one feel the angel