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

Thus for one who feel the touch of the sun is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect thus for every rose that one see is like a heart that wish for the touch of respect the more one see a rose the more a heart will feel the touch of respect in the air yet just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air thus it's the angel of respect that whisper respect in the air and yet the stars of respect is the stars of the angel of respect.



Every star that touch the sky with respect thus the stars shall fill the air with the touch of respect for a heart shall feel the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for there where the heart feel the touch of respect but where there happiness for one ill feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with the touch of respect and yet the stars of respect is the stars of the angel of respect.



Where there the sun thus one will see a rose that will bloom with the touch of respect for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when it's night for the moon will raise to touch the sky with respect just for a heart to feel the touch of respect but what a heart feel is the light of life just to feel the light of life is like being touch by a bird that fill the sky but the light of life is the light of respect and yet the stars of respect is the stars of the angel of respect.



Some where for a heart wish for the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of the angel that touch the sun with respect but just to see every star that one see is like seeing a rose that is in full bloom thus the sun will raise just to warm a heart with respect but when one feel the sun thus the light of respect will touch a heart and yet the stars of respect is the stars of the angel of respect.