Every Min That One See The Sun Thus The Angel Is There. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every rose that one see but for every rose that is bloom for one shall see a bird thus for the bird that one see for one wish for the touch of respect but when one feel the breeze that whisper in the air but for the bird that will sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet for every min that one see the sun thus the angel is there.



Some where for heart wish for the touch of respect but for every moment that one touch a heart thus the angel of happy when one feel the touch thus it's the light of life that touch a heart with respect the more light that one see for once heart shall be touch with respect thus for it' the angel that touch a heart with respect and yet every min that one see the sun thus the angel is there.



For every min that one see the sun thus it's the sun that will warm the heart that wish for the touch of respect when it's night the more a heart feel the touch of respect the more the stars for one to see but every star that one see shall shine for it's the angel of respect that one see but when one wish for a star will twinkle in the eyes of the one who wish for the touch of respect and yet every min that one see the sun thus the angel is there.




Thus for every moment that one see the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the sky shall touch a heart with respect but when the moon raise for one will feel the the light of life that will fill the air but just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for it's the angel that whisper respect to touch heart with respect thus for every rose for there a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet every min that one see the sun thus the angel is there.