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

The night that the stars shine in the night for one who wish for the touch of respect but for one who see the moon thus every min that one see the moon for one will feel the light of life that will touch a heart with respect but when one feel the light the more one shall see the stars every min that one see the stars thus the stars is the angel of the night and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel respect.


Every moment that the stars shine for every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect to fill a heart but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that one feel for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect but just to see a bird that touch the blue sky with respect thus every min that the bird touch the sky for the bird sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel respect.


For whee there a angel for one shall feel the touch of respect in the air but every min that one see the sun for every rose been touch with respect when the moon raise thus there the eyes of the angel that touch once heart but every sparkle is the sparkle of respect for who's heart will feel the touch of respect and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel respect.



Just to feel the morning breeze is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect for every touch of rose is lie every touch of the angel for who is the angel of once heart for where one look to feel the touch of respect shall feel the sparkle in once eyes but yet just to look to the sky for every star that one see is the angel of respect and yet the touch of respect is the touch of the angel respect