The Eyes Of The Angel Is The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus night is close but when one feel the light of the stars for every touch of the light is the light of respect but for who will feel the touch of the light yet for one who look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of the angel that touch a heart with respect just to feel the eyes that shine in the night but for who's heart will be touch with respect for the eyes of the angel is the touch of respect and yet the eyes of the angel is the touch of respect.



Where every rose that one see is in full bloom with the touch of respect but for who's eyes that one see in the night thus for one who sit a lone for one wish for the touch of respect for one wish to feel the touch for every moment that one is a lone the more one wish for the touch of respect but yet when the sun raise for every rose that one see shall bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet the eyes of the angel is the touch of respect.



Thus the more the roses bloom the more the birds sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every min that the birds sing for one feel the touch of the morning that fill the morning blue sky with respect some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky for what one see is the stars that shine in the night for every heart there the eyes of the angel that will touch a heart and yet the eyes of the angel is the touch f respect.



Thus the eyes of the angel that sparkle in the night shall touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but every min that one wish for respect he more one feel the light of life for the light of life is the light of respect night after night for one who wish for the touch of respect the more one wish for respect the stronger it will get and yet the eyes of the angel is the touch of respect.