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

Thus for every moment that one wish for the touch of respect shall be touch by a star that sparkle in the night with the touch of respect but every min that one see a star for it's the angel that one feel with the touch of respect every min that one feel the touch of the moon for it's the angel of respect and yet to touch a heart is like being touch by the angel of respect.


Just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the morning sun that will warm once heart with respect yet when the sun raise for every rose will be touch of respect that will touch a heart with the touch of respect when one feel the sun is like being touch by the angel for who smile is like the sun that touch the blue sky with respect and yet to touch a heart is like being touch by the angel of respect.


To touch a heart is to be touch but for every touch of the angel hand thus where there a heart for a bird shall sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect the more one wish the more a rose shall bloom with respect day or night for one will always feel the touch of respect to fill once heart for every min that one wish for the touch of respect the more one will feel the angel and yet to touch a heart is lie being touch by the angel of respect.



When one feel a warm smile thus it's the angel that will fill the air but every min that one wish the more one feel the touch of the roses that is in full bloom with the touch of respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air the more the night breeze whisper the more the birds will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet to touch a heart is like being touch by the angel of respect.