Thus For Every Star There A Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every moment that the sky is clear for a the moon will raise with the light of life for the light of life is like a rose that been touch with respect for every rose that one see is the rose of respect and yet for every heart that wish for respect the more a heart being touch with the light of respect but for one who feel a warm smile shall feel the hand of the angel of respect for it's the angel that will fill the air with respect thus for every star there a angel of respect.

Yet just to sing in the sun is like a moon light of life but just to sing for a touch of respect is like a touch of a angel for who's smile is like the morning sun that touch the land with respect night after night for a heart who wish for the touch of respect but where the bird that sing for a heart and yet the sky is blue just when the sun set for a rose will feel the hand of the angel who touch a heart that sit under the stars of respect thus for every star there a angel of respect.


Time after time for every heart that feel the breeze of respect thus the breeze whisper the sound of respect like the birds who sing a sweet song for a heart that wish for respect some where a heart that stand a lone is a heart that wish for the touch of respect for who's eyes will sparkle in the sky with respect in the heart that wish for respect but yet thus for every star there a angel of respect.


Thus another day for every heart to feel the hand of the angel of respect but for every star thus there a rose that will bloom in full with the touch of respect here one stand for the angel to touch a heart but for every angel there a open heart that wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky is like looking for the angel for who's heart is full of respect and yet when the moon raise thus a rose will touch the heart that wish for the touch that make the night sky clear just to see the stars and yet thus for every star there a angel of respect.

Another time for a sweet song for the birds of the angel to sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet the more the birds sing the more roses will bloom with the touch of respect but just to feel a warm smile for there a twinkle min the eyes of the angel that whisper respect in the air oh what a lovely day for every rose to bloom with respect thus when one feel the touch of a warm smile thus the sun shall fill the sky with the touch of respect every min that the sun shine the stronger respect will get for when a heart wish for the touch of respect thus for every star there a angel of respect.