New Star For The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

New Star For The Angel Of Respect.



For when the night is clear thus the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night shall fill the new family with the touch of respect and yet for every new star for there a night bird that shall fill the sky with respect but yet for every new star there a rose that been touch with respect to fill a heart new star for the angel of respect.


Another night for another heart to be touch with respect but just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the light of life just the sun will warm a heart that wish for respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family of the angel of respect for every touch of the light for a heart shall feel the night breeze that whisper in the air thus it's the angel that whisper in the air with respect and yet new star for the angel of respect.


Thus the more one look to the sky the more a star will shine in the eyes of the heart that wish for the touch of respect every moment that a heart wish for the touch of respect the more one will feel the touch of a rose that is the rose of the angel of respect oh what a lovely night just to see the moon touch the sky that is the house of the angel of respect and yet a new star for the angel of respect.



Oh beautiful even for the night a heart wish for the touch of respect for where the angel of respect for it's the angel that the heart wish for to feel the touch of respect for every min that a heart wish for the touch of respect the stronger respect shall get in the heart that wish for respect yet a new star for the angel of respect.


Time after time for the angel will touch a heart with the touch of respect that will fill a heart just when one look to the sky for one see the eyes of the angel of respect but it's the angel with a warm smile that shall warm a heart thus every warm smile is like being touch by the eyes of a new star that is family of the angel of respect but for a new star for the angel of respect.

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Good even to the family of respect thus every star that one see for one feel the touch of respect that fill the air and yet every rose that bloom in full is the star of the angel for every star is family in the house of the angel of respect.
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