Thus For Every Touch Of Respect Is The Touch Of The Angel Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for every rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but when one see a bird that will touch the blue sky with respect but just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for it's the angel of respect that whisper respect in the air just to fill a heart and yet thus for every touch of respect is the touch of the angel.



Some where in the night for there a heart that look to the sky but one wish o the touch of respect the more one wish the more one will see a star that twinkle in the night the with respect but just when one see a star for the moon will raise to touch the night sky for every touch of the night sky for one will feel the light of life but the light of life is the light of respect and yet thus for every touch of respect is the ouch of the angel.




For where there a heart thus there a warm smile that warm once heart with respect the more one feel the warm smile of respect for one feel the light of life yet for every min that the sun shine for a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect for it's the rose of the angel of respect that will touch once heart and yet thus for every touch of respect is the touch of the angel.




For every rose that bloom for there a star that twinkle with respect for it's the angel of respect that one see in the sky but for every warm smile thus a bird will sing for a heart that will feel the touch of respect thus the more one feel the touch of respect the more the warm smile shall warm once heart with respect that the angel touch with respect and yet thus for every touch of respect is the touch of the angel.