The Eyes In The Night Is The Eyes Of The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun raise thus a rose will bloom in full just to see the sun is like feeling the morning breeze that whisper in the air and yet for every min that one see a rose thus the birds will sing to fill the morning sky with respect yet the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.


Where there a lily for one will dance to feel the sun but yet every moment that one dance the more the birds will sing yet when the breeze whisper as the sun shine on once face with respect thus for every touch of respect the more he eyes in the night will twinkle in the night sky but the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.


Where there happiness for every star that one see for what one see is the sparkle in the night sky of respect but yet some where the angel of respect is filling a heart that wish for the touch of respect every rose that one see shall bloom in full with rose but the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.


And yet for every min that one see the eyes in the night thus one see the eyes of respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger it get but for every warm smile or one feel the sun that been fill with respect just to see the angel of respect but the eyes in the night is the eyes of the angel.