The Angel Of Respect Is The Heart That One Wish For Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one wish for the touch of respect for one will feel the touch of the sun that been fill with the touch of respect but when the sky is blue thus the birds shall sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus every min that the sun raise for one will feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air and yet the angel of respect is the heart that one wish for respect.


Thus the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one will see the stars with a sparkle in the night but every star that one see is the angel of respect just to wish for respect is like wishing on a rose that been touch with respect but for who's eyes will twinkle in the night for every angel thus one will feel the light of life and yet the angel of respect is the heart that one wish for respect.


Where there a star thus one will see a rose that been touch with respect but for every rose that been touch will fill a heart that wish for respect the more the rose is touch the more one feel the sun of respect but for when one see a angel for it's the angel of respect thus every touch of respect for one will shine like the sparkle in the night sky and yet the angel of respect is the heart that one wish for respect.



Thus when one see he angel of respect thus one will feel the touch of respect in once heart but the more one wish the more one feel the touch of a rose every sun raise for one shall feel the warmth of the sun that been touch with respect for one who look to the sky thus one see a angel with a sparkle in the night and yet the angel of respect is the heart that one wish for respect.