For Every Min One Wish For Respect For There Is The Angel Of Rspect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when it's night thus every min that one look to the sky for one will see a star that twinkle in the sky but for every twinkle is the twinkle of respect but for who will feel the touch of the twinkle of respect thus the more one wish for the touch of respect and yet for every min one wish for respect for there is the angel of respect.


Time after time for one who wish for respect will feel the touch of the twinkle that on see in the sky but it's the angel that touch once heart with respect thus when the sun raise to the morning sky for it will warm a heart with respect but to feel the morning breeze thus one will see a bird hat will touch the sky with respect and yet for every min one wish for respect for there is the angel of respect.


For every bird that one see thus there a rose that been touch with respect just to fill a heart with the touch of respect for every touch of respect is like being touch with the light of life and yet the light of life is the light of respect when one feel the ouch of respect thus for one will feel a warm smile and yet for every min one wish for respect for there is he angel of respect.


Just to be touch with the light of life for once heart will be fill with respect but to the family for who fill the air with respect for it's the angel that will shine in the sky but where there twinkle of respect for one will see the moon that been fill with respect and yet for every min one wish for respect for there the angel of respect.