Thus Every Child That One See Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who hold a child is one who wish for the touch of respect but just to hold a child is like holding a rose that been fill with respect just to look in the eyes of the angel is like feeling a warm smile of respect but when one look in the eyes of a child for one will see a twinkle of respect and yet thus every child that one see is the angel of respect.



Just to see the child of the angel is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect but when one look in the eyes of a child for one will feel the touch of respect for every touch of respect is the child of the angel for who's heart is full of respect but when the sun raise thus one will see a rose that is in full bloom just to touch a heart that wish for respect and yet thus every child that one see is the angel of respect.



Some where there a child of the angel that will touch a heart that wish for respect just to feel the morning sun is like feeling the touch of the angel where there a heart for there a rose that will touch once heart with the touch of respect just to look to the sky for every star that one see shall shine in the night and yet thus every child that one see is the angel of respect.


Some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of respect for what one feel is the child of the angel with eyes that sparkle in the night with respect but for every eyes that sparkle in the night is the angel of respect and yet thus every child that one see is the angel of respect.