The Night One Saw The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The night that one wish to feel the touch of respect but for what one see is the star in the night with a twinkle but every min that one see a star thus the night breeze whisper respect for once heart that wish to feel the touch but the night one saw the angel of respect for there is a twinkle in once eyes.


When one see the angel of respect for one see the moon light that shine in the night sky thus every light is the angel of respect but when one feel the touch of respect for one will have a warm smile that shine like the morning sun yet the night one saw the angel of respect.


Thus for the sun raise for every bird that one see for the blue sky been fill with respect but it's the rose that one feel with the touch of respect for the rose is special to the angel of the night yet every rose there a lily that been touch with respect but the night on saw the angel of respect.


Where there respect thus the angel will touch once heart with respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger it get just to see the morning sun thus every min that the sun shine the more the birds will sing and yet the night one saw the angel of respect.