Where There A Lovely Face Thus There The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Where there a tree for one will feel the morning breeze that whisper threw the tree with the touch of respect but when one see the birds for every will sing for a heart with the touch of respect thus where there a tree for one will see the eyes of the angel that will fill once heart with the touch of respect but when one feel a warm smile thus one feel the smile of the sun and yet where there a lovely face thus here the angel of respect.


For every lovely face is the face of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect but for who's eyes will shine in the night yet when the moon raise to the night sky for it will fill the night air with the touch of respect just to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of a rose that been touch with respect where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect for one feel a warm smile and yet where there a lovely face thus there the angel of respect.


Night after night for one wish for the touch of respect but it's the angel that will touch a heart with respect for every lovely face is the angel for who's eyes shall shine in the night with a sparkle that is respect thus every min that one feel the touch of respect the stronger it will get but yet for every lily that been touch for every bird shall sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet where there a lovely face thus there the angel of respect.



Thus for every min that the sunshine for one feel the touch of the angel for who's heart is full of respect but yet every moment that one feel the touch of respect for one feel the touch of the moon light of life for where there a heart thus there a star that will twinkle in once eyes with respect and yet where there a lovely face thus there the angel of respect.