For Every Ring Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one feel the sun thus one who wish for the touch of respect is the angel of the ring of respect thus for who will feel the ring of respect but when one see the moon for one see the ring round the moon for every ring that one see is the ring of the angel of the night and yet for every ring is the angel of respect.


Just to feel the touch of the ring is like being touch by the angel for who will touch a heart with respect but for who's heart will be touch with the ring of respect just to look to the clear night sky for one see a star that twinkle in the night when the moon shine thus one feel the light of life that will fill a heart with respect and yet for every ring is the angel of respect.


Every touch of the ring of respect is the angel that is touching a heart with respect but to the family for who is the angel of the night yet for every star that one see shall shine in the night but for one who feel the night breeze that whisper in the air is the whisper of respect yet for every min that he sun raise thus it's the angel that fill the sun with respect and yet for every ring is the angel of respect.


Some where there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect but when one look in the eyes of a angel for one will see the ring of respect that will fill once heart just to feel the ring of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose that is the rose of the angel of respect thus for every bird that one see shall fill the blue sky with the ring of respect and yet for every ring is the angel of respect.