To Feel The Breeze Is Like Being Touch By The Angel Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see a rose thus for what one see is the eyes of a angel with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect yet every star that one see for one will feel the touch of twinkle in once eyes but every rose that one see been touch with respect and yet to feel he breeze is like being touch by the angel of respect.



Thus for one who wish for the touch of respect shall feel the touch of the moon light that is the light of life but when one feel the sun for every moment that one feel the sun for it's been fill with the touch of respect to warm a heart just to look to the sky for there the eyes of the angel that fill the night air with respect and yet to feel the breeze is like being touch by the angel of respect.



Where there a moon light for there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night sky with the touch of respect yet the more one wish for the touch of respect the stronger respect will get thus every rose is the rose of the angel with he touch of respect and yet to feel the breeze is like being ouch by the angel of respect.



For one who feel the breeze thus the breeze whisper in the night air but just to feel the sun light is like being touch by a rose for every touch of a rose thus the birds will sing for the heart that wish for the touch of respect the more one feel the eyes of the angel and yet to feel the breeze is like being touch by the angel of respect.