To See A Rose Is To See The Face Of A Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who stand in the night thus one wish to feel the touch of respect but yet one feel a warm smile that shine in the night for one feel the smile of the angel hat fill once heart with respect but one wish for the sun for see the moon light the light of respect is what he family have and yet to see a rose is to see the face of a angel of respect.


When one wish to see a rose thus one saw a lily that been touch with respect but every min that one wish to see a rose for the light of life would fill once heart thus for every star that touch the night sky for it fill the night sky with respect but when the angel touch one with respect thus once eyes twinkle in the night.


To see a rose is lie seeing a angel by candle light the more one see a angel he more one wish to feel the touch of respect but when the moon light shine here the angel of respect to fill once heart with respect yet just to look into the eyes of the angel that says welcome to the land of respect to see a rose is to see the face of a angel of respect.



Thus for every angel that one see is the family of Star bucks that touch once heart with respect and yet or every moment that the sun shine for it's like seeing the moon light in the night sky but yet to see a rose is to see the face of a angel of respect but once heart been touch with the light of life.