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

Every min that one wish for the touch of respect is the touch of a rose that been touch with respect but for where the sun raise is where one wish for the touch of respect but every touch is the touch of the angel that one see in the night but for who's eyes will sparkle in the night but yet the touch of respect is the angel of the night.


For every angel that touch once heart for it's once heart that wish for the touch of respect but when there a star there the moon light of life thus it's the family that one will feel but when one see a bird for the bird is the angel that fill the sky with respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family with a heart full of respect and yet the touch of respect is the angel of the night.



Just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a dove but yet every dove is the angel of respect but when one look in the eyes of the angel for what one see is the sparkle of respect thus when the sun shine so shall once smile that touch a rose with respect for every min that one see the dove for one feel the light of life and yet the touch of respect is the angel of the night.


For where here happiness thus there the eyes of the angel for who's smile will shine like the morning sun but when one feel the sun for one feel the touch of respect but for who will be touch with the touch of respect but when one see a twinkle thus one see the eyes of the angel for who will fill once heart and yet the touch of respect is the angel of the night.