The Year The Angel Fill The Air With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Another year and yet some where for a angel will touch a heart with respect but for every heart that wish for the touch of respect thus one feel the light of life just to feel the touch of the light is like holding a child but for every rose that one see is the rose of the angel child and yet the year the angel fill the air with respect.



Just to feel the night breeze that whisper for every whisper is the whisper of respect but just to look in the eyes of a child for what one see is the angel that will fill the air with the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one will feel the touch of respect and yet the year the angel fill the air with respect.



When one see the moon thus the moon will fill a heart that wish for respect yet the more the moon fill a heart the more a rose shall bloom in full with respect that touch every rose in bloom but the year the angel fill the air is the year that one felt the touch of respect thus when the sun raise for one will feel the sun that been touch with respect but for every rose will fill a heart and yet the year the angel fill the air with respect.



For one who's heart is full of respect is the angel of the night for who's eyes sparkle in the night but for one who see the sun thus one will see a bird that will fill the blue sky with respect bu for every bird that on see is the bird of the angel for who will touch a heart thus where there happiness for there the angel of respect and yet the year the angel fill the air with respect.