The Night Is The Eyes Of The Angel With The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one feel the sun for it's the eyes of the angel that fill the sun with the touch of respect for every moment that one wish for respect thus there a angel by once side to fill once heart with the touch of respect and yet for every touch of respect for a rose shall bloom in full and yet the night is the eyes of the angel with the touch of respect.


Every eye that one see is the eyes of the angels for who's heart is full of the touch of respect that will fill once heart the more one feel the touch of respect for when the moon raise for one will feel the light of life in the night but for every touch of the angel respect for one eyes shall sparkle in the night and yet the night is the eyes of the angel with the touch of respect.


The more one wish the more one will see the eyes in the night sky just to feel the eyes of the angel is like feeling the touch of a rose that been fill with the touch of respect night after night one wish for the touch of respect but one see a falling star thus one will catch the falling star that is the angel of respect and yet the night is the eyes of the angel with the touch of respect.


Where there happiness for there a angel for who's eyes will sparkle in the night like a diamond that been touch with respect for every min that one wish for respect for one will feel a warm smile that shine in the night but for every star that touch the night sky is the angel of respect and yet the night is the eyes of the angel with the touch of respect.