To Sit In The Night Is Like Sitting With The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When it's night for one sit in the night but for one who sit for one one will sit with the angel of respect and yet when one look to the sky thus one will see a star that twinkle in the night sky with respect but just to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of the angel with the touch of respect and yet to sit in the night is like sitting with the angel of respect.



For every min that one sit in the night for there a warm smile that will warm once heart for every touch of a warm smile is like feel the morning sun that touch the blue sky with respect thus for every bird that one see shall sing for a heart that need to feel the touch of respect yet for who's hart will feel the touch of respect and yet to sit in the night is like sitting with the angel of respect.


Thus every min that one sit lone for one will feel the touch of a star that twinkle in the night for it's the angel that one will feel for every rose that the sun touch will bloom in full with respect but just to see the moon is like feeling the touch of respect but when one look in the eyes for one will feel respect in the eyes of the angel and yet to sit in the night is like sitting with the angel of respect.



What a lovely night for one to see the moon light but just to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of the angel of respect but when one see the moon for one see the light of life that touch once heart for every touch of the light of life for there is a smile that will shine like the moon in the night sky but yet to sit in the night is like sitting with the angel of respect.