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

Thus when the birds sing for the sun will raise to the the blue sky with respect but when it's night for one will feel the touch of respect but yet when the stars raise for there a heart that wish fort night after night some where in the night for a heart wish or the touch of respect but for when the raise thus the heart that wish for the touch of respect shall feel the light of life that is the light of respect and yet for every rose for there the angel of respect.



When the it's morning for the sun will raise to touch the sky with the respect but when one see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for respect every min that one wish for respect the more the star will touch the heart but yet for every wish there a rose that is the roe of the angel of respect some where a heart with a warm smile is the angel that touch a heart and yet for every rose for there the angel of respect.



Time after time a bird will touch the sky with the touch of respect but yet the more a rose bloom the more the warm smile will warm a heart yet for every heart for there a rose that will fill the air and just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air thus it's the angel of respect that whisper respect to touch a heart and yet for every rose for there the angel of respect.




What a lovely day for a wish for the touch of respect that will fill once heart just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch with the light of respect every moment that one look to the sky for one feel the eyes of the angel for who is the rose of respect another night for another star but yet one see a falling star and yet for every rose for thee for there the angel of respect.