Sweet Lovely Angels Of Star Bucks Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Beautiful day and yet one can feel the sun of respect just to hear the birds sing in the air is like feel the touch of respect and yet every rose that been touch with a kiss of respect is the rose of Starbucks.

Where there a moon light thus it's for a moon light walk under the angels of respect when one smile thus the sun shall warm the heart that been touch with respect and yet for one who see a bird thus the bird is the bird of respect.

Sweet sweet lovely angel for once heart is like a rose but just to feel the touch of respect and yet one has respect for the angels of Star bucks yet for every star thus there a warm smile that says welcome to Starbucks.


Sweet lovely angels of Star bucks for it's you that touch once heart with respect every moment that one feel the respect is like feeling the warm smile on once face just to see one in the moon light for one look like the angels of Star bucks.