Every Touch Of Respect For It's The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for what one feel is the touch of respect b the stars that is the angel of the night yet for one who feel the touch of respect thus it's one who wish for the touch of respect but for every touch of a rose is like the touch of a angel that will fill once heart with respect but for who will feel the touch of respect and yet every touch of respect for it's the angel of respect.



For here one see the star that will touch a heart with the touch of respect but just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the light of life that will fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus when one feel the sun for one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky thus one see the eyes of the angel and yet every touch of respect it's the angel of respect.



Thus for every min that one see a star is like seeing a angel in the moon light of life for who shall fill once heart with respect the more one feel the touch of respect thus one for who wish for respect feel the touch of the family for who's heart is full of respect thus the more the moon shine the more one will see the angel of respect and yet every touch of respect for it's the angel of respect.



Night after night for one feel the light of respect but for what one feel is the light of life that will touch a heart with the touch of respect for who wish for the touch of respect is one who the angel touch with the touch of respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air but when one see a bird thus the bird will fill the blue sky with the touch of respect and yet every touch of respect for it's the angel of respect.