The Touch Of Respect Is The Touch Of The Angel Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every touch that one feel is the touch of respect for it's the angel that fill the air with respect thus when the sun raise for one shall see a rose in bloom but for who's heart will feel the touch of the rose that been fill with respect but when one see a star for there a twinkle in the night sky just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of the light of life and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel.


Thus every min that one wish for the touch of respect for there a angel with eyes that shine in the night for every angel thus there a rose that been fill with respect just to fill once heart with respect night after night for one feel the sparkle that fill the air with respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel.



For where there a heart thus the heart is the angel of respect for it's full of respect for it's the angel that will touch a heart with the touch of respect for every warm smile shall warm once heart yet for every star that one feel is the touch of respect the more one feel respect the stronger it will get for one who wish for respect and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel.



Just to feel the light of life is like being touch by the sun that touch the blue sky for every min that one who wish for the touch of respect is one of the angel child but when a rose bloom thus once eyes shall sparkle in the night with respect but for who's eyes will sparkle in the night sky when one touch the heart of a angel is touching the heart of respect thus every moment that the sun shine for one feel the warm smile and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel.