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

Thus for what one can see for one will feel the spirit of the angel of respect but every touch of the angel of respect the more stars will shine in the night sky just to feel the spirit of the angel is like being touch by the rose of the angel of respect thus for every touch of respect and yet the spirit of the angel is the spirit of the angel of respect.



Every min that one feel the spirit of the angel for one feel the night breeze that whisper in the night air with respect thus the more the spirit of the angel touch a heart the more one will feel a warm smile that warm once heart with respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the more the spirit will touch a heart and yet the spirit of the angel is the spirit of the angel of respect.



For some where there a heart that been touch with respect but when one see the eyes of a angel for it's the spirit of the angel of respect that one see in the night sky but for one who feel the sun that raise just to touch the morning blue sky with respect yet for every star that shine is the spirit of the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night and yet the spirit of the angel is the spirit of the angel of respect.



Thus when one feel the touch of a rose for its the spirit of the angel of respect that touch once heart with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the spirit of the angel of respect just to look to the sky for one see a star that twinkle in the eyes with respect and yet the spirit of the angel is the spirit of the angel of respect.