The House Of Respect Is The Hand Of The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when it's night thus one will feel the breeze that whisper respect to a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus every touch of the breeze the more one shall see a star with the twinkle in it's eyes but just to feel the breeze is like being touch with respect yet for one who look to the sky for it's the house of the angel of respect for who's heart is full of respect to touch a heart that will fill a heart with respect thus the house of respect is the hand of the angel.


For every heart that been touch is a heart with happiness for it's the heart that wish for the touch of the angel of respect time after time for every heart to be touch by the angel of respect for who's eyes sparkle in the sky but yet a star twinkle thus one will feel the light of life night after night for the angel shall raise just to fill a heart with respect but for every heart that feel respect shall feel a warm smile and yet the house of respect is the hand of the angel.


Day by day for when the sun shine thus one will see a bird that will touch the morning sky with respect but just to feel the sun thus one see a rose that bloom in full with respect every min that the sun shine the more one see a bird that will sing a sweet song of respect to touch a heart but yet when a heart wish for one see the moon that will fill a heart with the touch of the light of life and yet the house of respect is the hand of the angel.


Another night for another heart and yet for every step that one take for one will feel the touch of respect thus one stand in frond of the house of the angel of respect for it's the angel that touch the sun with respect to fill the air with just to look to the sky thus there the angel of respect with open hand to touch a heart with respect for the house of respect is the hand of the angel.


Thus the night is clear and yet for there the eyes of the angel for who's eyes will sparkle in the sky but every min that a heart wish for respect one feel the breeze that whisper respect thus a heart will wish for respect but when one see a falling star thus one wish that it's the angel to touch a heart for every bird thus one see a rose that been touch with respect yet the house of respect is the hand of the angel.