To Walk Under The Stars Is Like Being With The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

A beautiful night for a walk under the stars of respect and yet the more one walk under the star the more one feel the touch of respect by the star that twinkle in the night sky but every star that one see thus a star shall twinkle in once eyes for every touch for there a warm smile that warm once heart but to walk under the star is like being with the angel of respect.


Night after night for one jut wish for the touch of respect but yet the more one wish the more the stars will sparkle in the night but for every star is the angels that wait to fill once heart just to feel the sun is like feeling the rose that is in full bloom and yet for the rose been touch with respect but to walk under the stars is like being with the angel of respect.


Where one stand for there a angel by once side and yet one shall bloom like a rose but it's the respect that one wish for thus for who's heart will feel the touch of respect when one smile thus the angel will fill the night sky with the respect that touch once heart but to walk under the stars is like being with the angel of respect.


Every moment that one feel the sun thus one wish for the touch of respect the more one wish the stronger that respect get but when the blue moon shine for one will feel the touch of the light of life thus to the family life is special to the angel and yet to walk under the stars is like being with the angel of respect.