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

For when one wish to feel the touch of respect thus one look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of the angel for who touch once heart in the night but for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect just wish for the touch of respect is like wishing for the angel for who's eyes twinkle in the night but when one see a bird thus the bird that one see is the bird of the angel and yet to feel respect is to be touch by the angel of respect.



The more one feel respect thus for every touch of respect for a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect yet just to seethe moon raise to the night sky thus the moon is the light of life thus for when the light of life shine for once eyes shall twinkle in the night but every touch of the light of life is like being touch by a rose of respect but for every warm smile that one feel shall shine like the morning sun and yet to feel respect is to be touch by the angel of respect.



Yet or every sun raise for there a rose that been touch by respect for every blue sky thus one will see a bird that is the angel of respect but for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect just to look to the sky is like looking in the eyes of the angel for who's eyes will shine in the night for respect but where there a star thus one will see the angel of respect and yet to feel respect is to be touch by the angel of respect.



For every min that the sun touch the blue sky for the birds that one see shall touch the blue sky with respect for it's the angel that touch the birds who touch the blue sky thus where there blue sky for one will feel the touch of respect every moment that one feel respect thus one feel the touch of the angel for who's smile is like the morning sun but when there a star that twinkle in the night for one will feel the touch of respect and yet to feel respect is to be touch by the angel of respect.