For Every Min That The Angel Of Respect Fill The Air. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun raise thus a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect that the angel touch the sun with but for ever bird that one see for it will touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but to the family that fill the morning air with respect is the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet for every min that the angel of respect fill the air.



Thus for every star that one see is the star of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect but when it's night for one who wish for the touch of respect the more one see a bird that is the angel of respect to fill a heart that wish for respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air and yet for every min that the angel of respect fill the air.



Every moment that one feel the touch of respect the more the moon will shine with the light of life but yet when the sun raise for every rose that one see will be touch with the touch of respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper for it whisper the touch of respect for a heart that wish for respect and yet for every min that the angel of respect fill the air.




Thus where there a heart for there a rose that is the rose of the angel of respect but for who's eyes will sparkle in the night just to feel the light of life is the light of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the stronger respect will get when one feel the touch of respect and yet for every min that the angel of respect fill the air.