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

For one who look to the night sky for one see a star that twinkle in the night yet every star that one see is the family of Star bucks that have a lot of respect just to see one in the sun light is like seeing the moon light angel that will fill once heart with the touch of respect but the house of respect is the angel of respect.


When one look to the night sky for one feel the touch of respect but just to see on in the moon light and yet the more one see a star is like seeing a rose that bloom in full but for every rose is like a star in the night sky and yet the house of respect is the angel of respect.


Thus it's night for the family to sparkle in the night thus one could see the moon light that light up the night sky for every the more one see the moon light the more one feel the touch of respect but for when the sun raise for a rose shall bloom in full with respect yet the house of respect is he angel of respect.


Thus for every min that the sunshine for the birds shall sing for the touch of respect but yet just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air but who will feel the touch of respect that will fill once heart but yet the house of respect is the angel of respect.