To Feel Is Like Being Touch By The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the morning sun touch the sky thus for every bird will fill the sky with the touch of respect but for when one feel the sun thus it's the angel that one feel with respect just to feel the morning breeze is like being touch by the bird of the angel of respect where there a heart for one will feel the touch of respect for it's the family that fill the air with respect and yet to feel is like being touch by the angel of respect.



Just t look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of the angel for who will touch every heart with respect for the family that fill a heart is the family of the angel of respect but every touch of respect for there a star that twinkle in the night thus for a rose is the rose of respect that been touch by the angel of respect and yet to feel is like being touch by the angel of respect.



When one feel a rain drop thus it's a tear for the touch of respect but yet for the angel of respect will fill the heart that cry for respect just before the moon raise thus a bird will sing for a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect for every heart thus there a warm smile that will touch a heart with respect and yet to feel is like being touch by the angel of respect.


When the sun touch the sky for it touch every rose with respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect but when one who see a star thus one wish for the touch of respect for respect is the light of life that one wish to feel the more one wish the more the angel will fill the heart that wish for respect and yet to feel is like being touch by the angel of respect.