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

When one see the sun raise for one will feel the touch of respect thus it's the sun that warm once heart and yet for every bird that one see is the angel of respect but when one see a rose thus every rose that been touch with respect is the rose of the angel of respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel of respect.



Where there a rose for one will feel the light of life that the angel fill with respect for respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect but for every min that one feel the sun for the birds will sing for a heart that wish for respect yet when the birds sing for every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel of respect.



Thus where there a warm smile for a rose will touch a heart with respect that been touch by the angel of respect just to feel the sun is like being touch by the light of life that will fill a heart but the more one wish for respect the stronger respect get but for who's eyes will twinkle in the night just to see the stars shine and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel of respect.


When the morning sun touch the blue sky for every bird will touch the sky that is fill with respect for for who's heart will the birds touch with the touch of respect thus every bird that one see is the angel of respect for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect thus for one who wish for respect is one who's eyes will sparkle in the night and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel of respect.