Where There A Rose Thus There Angel With The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for the birds will touch the blue sky with a song for the touch of respect for every rose that one see is the rose of respect but when one feel the sun for one wish for the touch of respect just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of respect but where there a rose thus there angel with the touch of respect.


Every min that the sun shine for one will see the eyes of the angel for who wait to fill a heart with respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper the more the breeze whisper the more the bird shall sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect some where a angel wait for a heart just to fill once heart and yet where there a rose thus there angel with the touch of respect.



Just when one feel the sun for the blue moon will raise for the light of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus every rose that one see been touch with respect to the family for who is the angels of the night that will fill the night sky with the touch of respect but yet where there a rose thus there angel with the touch of respect.


Night after night for one rest but for one feel the light threw once window for every min that one feel the light for the light is the light of respect some where there a heart that wish for the touch of a angel with respect every angel that one see has a warm smile like the morning sun and yet will warm once heart and yet where there a rose thus there angel with the touch of respect.