The Valley Of Respect For There Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who stand in the valley for one will feel the touch respect thus every min that one feel the touch of respect for it's the angel of the valley for where there a star for one will seethe sparkle of the angel for who fill once heart with respect but yet the valley of respect for there angel of respect.


When one see the moon light for on feel the touch of a warm smile that is respect but for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect time after time for one wish to feel the moon light that will fill once heart with respect and yet for what one felt is the angel of the night where one feel the moon light for one wish to be ouch with respect the valley of respect for there angel of respect.


Every moment that one wait the more the stars shall twinkle in once eyes just to see the light of life but yet every min that one wish the more respect get closer for who's heart will feel the touch of respect to travel to the valley thus one will feel the respect but the valley of respect for there angel of respect.


Where the moon light shine for every star is the angel of the family of Star bucks yet respect mean a lot to the family when the sun raise thus one feel he warm sun that will fill once heart with respect just to wish i lie being kiss by a rose of respect but the valley of respect for there angel of respect.