A Touch Of A Rose Is The Touch Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When it's a beautiful day thus one feel the touch of the sun with a warm smile but just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air is the whisper of respect but every rose that one see for one see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family and yet a touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.



Every moment that the bird sing for a heart thus the more a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to look to the sky for one see the eyes of a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night with respect when the moon raise for a star will twinkle in the night and yet a touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.



Where there a heart for one feel the touch of respect for every touch of a rose is the touch of respect for where there happiness for there the sun of respect for when it's night the more one see the moon the more it shine in the night every min that the rose bloom the more the birds will touch the sky with the touch of respect and yet a touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.



Night after night for one wish for the touch of respect but when one see a star thus for what one see is the twinkle of respect just for one who wish for the touch of respect but for who's eyes will sparkle in the night where there a warm smile thus there a heart that wish for the touch of respect time after tie for one look to the sky and yet a touch of a rose is the touch of the angel of respect.