The Star One Call The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one see the raising of the moon thus the light of life will touch a heart with respect but for one who see a star that sparkle in the night for one call the star the angel of respect for who eyes will sparkle in the night just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the night air with the touch of respect but for who will touch a heart and yet the star one call the angel of respect.


Thus when one see the star with a twinkle for who's eyes will be touch with twinkle of respect but every twinkle is the twinkle of the angel that one see in the night and yet for one who wish for the touch of respect is one who's heart will be touch of respect just to see the star that one call the angel of respect thus the angel of the night will fill the night air with respect and yet the star one call the angel of respect.


Night after night for one who wish for the touch of respect shall feel the touch of the angel of respect but for every star that one see is the angel with a sparkle in the night but yet when one see the star the moon the moon shall raise to touch the night sky with the touch of respect that will fill a heart that wish for respect every moment that the star that one see will touch a rose and yet the star one call the angel of respect.


Just to walk under the stars of respect for some where there a angel with eyes that sparkle in the night but every star is the family for who's heart is full of respect but when one feel the sun for one feel a warm smile that shine like the morning sun that touch the blue sky with respect but when one see the sun set thus the moon shall touch the night sky and yet the star one call the angel of respect.