The Eyes Of Respect Is The Eyes Of The Angels. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the night breeze that whisper for every star that one see shall twinkle in the night sky but for every min that one see the moon for one see the light of the angel of respect and yet just to feel the touch of respect for the sun shall shine in the morning but the eyes of respect is the eyes of the angel.


For one who look into the eyes of one thus one feel the light of life yet one wish to feel the touch of respect to the family that have a lot of respect thus the birds shall sing for respect is in the air just to look into the eyes of respect is like looking in the eyes of the angel yet the eyes of respect is the eyes of the angel.


Where there happiness for the stars will sparkle in the eyes of one for who wish for the touch of respect and yet for the night is clear for one to feel the touch of respect every moment that one look to the sky thus once eyes twinkle yet to the family of Star bucks is the angels that fill the night air but the eyes of respect is the eyes of the angels.


For every star that twinkle is the eyes of the angels for who wait to fill the night air with respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger it get and yet every bird there a rose that will fill once heart just to feel the warm smile is like feeling the night breeze that whisper respect in the air.