For One Who Wish Will Feel The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every min that one see a rose is like seeing the angel of the night with a warm smile but for the angel that one see is the angel of respect but for every warm smile is the smile of respect for it's the angel that will touch a heart with the touch of respect yet time after time for one wish for to feel the touch of respect and yet for one who wish will feel the touch of respect.



Thus every light that one see is the light of respect that one see in the night but for every wish for the angel shall shine the light of life to touch once heart and yet the more one feel the light of life the more the angel will fill the air with respect just to look to the night sky for there the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night and yet for one who wish will feel the touch of respect.



Thus for every min that the sun raise to touch the blue sky with the touch of respect for the birds will sing for the touch of respect but every bird that one see is the angel of respect with a warm smile just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose that is the angel of respect for every moment that a rose bloom the more one will feel the warm smile of the angel and yet for one who wish will feel the touch of respect.




Thus for where there a heart that wish for respect for one will feel the touch of a rose that is the angel that will fill a heart with respect but for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect for every touch of a rose is the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of the light of life is the light of respect but for one who look to the sky for what one will see is the eyes of the angel with respect and yet for one who wish will feel the touch of respect.