To Touch A Child Is Like Being Touch By The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For one who feel a warm smile of a child is like feeling the touch of the light of life that will fill a heart with respect but every touch of a child for one will see the angel of respect in the child eyes that twinkle in the night just to see rose for one wish for the touch of respect but every rose that one see been touch with the respect of the angel and yet to touch a child is like being touch by the angel of respect.



Every moment that one feel a warm smile by the child with eyes that twinkle with respect for it's the angel of the child that touch a heart with respect but for every touch the more one will feel the touch of a rose but just to feel the touch of a rose is like feeling the night breeze that whisper in the air with respect for night after night one wish for the touch of respect and yet to touch a child is like being touch by the angel of respect.



Some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect every touch of a child is the touch of the angel of respect that fill the air with the touch of respect but when the moon raise for it will shine with the touch of respect for who's heart will be touch with respect just for one who look to the sky thus one see the eyes of the angel that will touch a heart with respect and yet to touch a child is like being touch by the angel of respect.




Thus some where there the eyes of the angel that will touch once heart with the touch of respect for every heart that been touch with respect for there a warm smile that will warm once heart with respect but for every star that shine in the night for one will see the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but for the family who touch the sky with respect is the angel of respect and yet to touch a child is like being touch by the angel of respect.