To Feel Respect Is Like Seeing The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one who feel the touch of respect feel will feel the touch of the star that sparkle in the night and yet to look to the sky for one see the eyes of a angel that will touch once heart with respect but yet one wish up a star to feel the touch of respect but to feel respect is like seeing the angel of respect.


Just to feel the touch of respect for a rose will bloom in full but yet when one smile thus for every warm smile for the star shall twinkle in once eyes and yet for every stars shall sparkle in the night yet just to feel the warm smile is like feeling he warmth of the sun but to feel respect is like seeing the angel of respect.


Where there a happy heart for the bird shall sing for one who wish to feel the touch of respect thus every touch for one will see a lovely lily that is full of respect but when the moon light shine for the moon will light up the sky with respect to feel respect is like seeing the angel of respect.


Thus for where there a rose for one will touch one who wish to feel the touch of respect but every moment that the star touch once heart for the bird will fill the blue sky with respect but yet when the sun set thus it's the night for one to see the stars of respect and yet to feel respect is like seeing the angel of respect.