The Field Of Respect Is The Field Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who stand in the field is like standing in the house of respect for it's the house of the angel for who is the angel of respect for every min that one stand in the field of respect will feel the touch of respect but when the sun raise for every rose that one see is the rose of he angel of respect for who touch a rose to touch a heart and yet the field of respect is the field of the angel of respect.



Thus the more one stand in the field of respect for one will wish for the touch of respect every touch of respect the more one will feel the sun that touch the blue sky just to feel the sun for the sun will warm once heart with the touch of respect just to wish for respect the more the sun will touch a rose with respect and yet the field of respect is the field of the angel of respect.



For every moment that one wish for respect thus one will feel the moon that will touch once heart but every min that one wish for one will see a bird that will touch the sky with respect thus one who look to the sky for one will see a star that will shine in the sky with the touch of respect and yet the field of respect is the field of the angel of respect.



Night after night for every moment that one look to the sky for on wish for the touch of respect but every heart that wish for respect is the angel for who will touch a heart gut yet for who's heart will be touch with respect just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch for every bird that touch the sky is the bird of the angel of respect and yet the field of respect is the field of the angel of respect.