The Home Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one look to the sky thus one look threw the window of the angel of respect for it's the home of the angel that will touch once heart and yet the heart that wish for the touch of respect is the heart that been fill with happiness but just to the family respect is what the family have in there heart yet the moon shall raise just to fill the air with the respect that will touch a heart for every heart for there a special rose that bloom in full with respect and yet the home of the angel of respect.


Time after time for every rose that one see shall touch a heart with respect for every moment that respect touch the air for it's like a heart being touch by the angel for who's eyes shall sparkle in the night the more one see a the sparkle the more one will see the family of respect just to walk under the moon light is like a walk in the park with the light shining threw them trees and yet to feel the night breeze that whisper the sound of respect thus the home of the angel of respect.


Where there blue sky thus one will feel the sun that touch the morning blue sky with respect but just to wish for respect is like wishing for the touch of a rose for the angel that touch the rose with respect for when the stars raise thus the angel will raise to touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the home of the angel of respect.


Oh beautiful summer thus the stars will shine in once eyes for the touch of respect but some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every touch of respect is like the touch of the home of the angel of respect but for every star that one see is the family of the angel of respect it's time for one to see the eyes of the angel of respect just to feel the night breeze whisper the sweet song of respect thus it's the angel that whisper in the night for the angel will touch a heart with respect the home of the angel of respect.


A quite even for one can see the light of life and yet for every min that one see the light of the moon for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus when the stars raise for there a twinkle of respect that will fill the air for a heart to feel just to sit under the stars of respect for one will see the eyes of the angel that will touch a heart with respect just the night for a heart to be touch with respect but the home of the angel of respect.