The House Of The Angels Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one look to the night sky for one looking at the house of the angels that has respect but every star is the angel of the house and yet when a heart wish for the touch of respect thus the angels will fill once heart but when one wish for the touch of respect for the more one wish the more one see the family and yet the house of the angels of respect.


Where there a stars thus there the angels of respect but for a open door yet it's the angels house that one see with a open door thus the open door is the night sky for where one look for the touch of respect thus for every touch by the angels of respect shall get stronger but yet when one see the moon thus one feel the light of life for the house of the angels of respect.



For every min that the sun will raise to touch the blue sky with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect the more the stars twinkle the more the moon will shine the light of life just to feel the light of life for there a warm smile that shall fill once heart with respect and yet the house of the angels of respect.


The house of the angels is the house that is fill with respect for one who look to the sky thus shall feel the touch of respect just to feel the touch of respect but where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air just to feel the touch of the respect is like being touch by a rose and yet the house of the angels of respect.