For Every Raising Moon Thus There The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Nigh after night for one look to the sky for the moon with the light of life but yet every min that one look for the moon thus one feel the touch of a star that twinkle in the night just to feel the sun that been touch with respect is like feeling the touch of a rose that is fill with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of the angel of respect and yet for every raising moon thus there the angel of respect


Thus when the moon raise for it will shine in the night yet one wish for the touch of respect the more one wish for respect the more one will see the eyes of the angel of respect but every sparkle that one see is the sparkle of respect but for who will be touch with the touch of respect but yet for every raising moon thus there the angel of respect.


Every moment that one feel the respect for what one feel is the light of life but yet every star that shine is the eyes of the angels of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family for who's heart is full of respect thus every wish that one wish for yet for every warm smile is the smile of the sun that been touch with respect and yet for every raising moon thus there the angel of respect.


For when one wish for the touch of respect thus one see the moon that is fill with the light of life just to look to the sky for every min that one look to the sky the more stars that will shine in the night night after night for every star that one see will feel the touch of respect every star that one see is the angels of the night sky for it's the stars that will fill a heart and yet every raising moon thus there the angel of respect.