For Every Touch Of Respect Is The Touch Of The Angels. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one wish to feel the touch of respect for one will feel the touch of twinkles that one see in the sky but yet every min that on wish for the touch of respect thus one will feel the touch of a rose that bloom in full but for who will feel the touch of respect yet for every touch of respect is the touch of the angels.


Every min that one look to the sky for one see the eyes of a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet for the stars is family of the angels that fill once heart with respect yet when the sun shine for one feel the warm smile that will warm once heart just to fee the night breeze that whisper in the air but yet for every touch of respect is the touch of the angels.


Oh what a lovely night but when one see a twinkle for one wish for the touch of respect where there a rose for one will feel the touch of respect for when one see a warm smile that touch the air with respect yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect for every morning that the sun raise thus one can see a bird that sing for the touch of respect yet for every touch of respect is the touch of the angels.


Where there a blue moon thus the stars will twinkle in the eyes of one who wish for the touch of respect yet the more one wish the stronger the respect get and yet for every min that the sun raise for one will feel the touch of respect thus when one smile thus the sun shall shine but yet for every touch of respect is the touch of the angels.