The Angel Touch Is The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the morning sun raise thus one wish to feel the touch of the angel and yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect yet the more one wish the more the sun shall fill every rose for every bird that one see is the bird of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun yet the angel touch is the touch of respect.


For every touch of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect is the angel of happiness and yet where there the sun that been touch with respect just to feel the touch of the angel is like being touch by a rose thus for every rose that been touch by the angel of respect but the angel touch is the touch of respect.


Thus where there a warm smile for one shall feel the touch of respect in the air but to the family of Star bucks is the angel of respect for who's heart will feel the touch of respect yet the more the angel touch a heart the stronger it get just the angel touch is the touch of respect.


The angel is the family that sparkle in the night sky with respect yet to the family respect mean a lot to the family for who's eyes twinkle in the night and yet when one see the raising of the moon for what one see is the angel of respect but yet the angel touch is the touch of respect.