Every Moment That A Heart Wish For The Angel Of Respect Is There. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but the more one wish the more the sun will fill the air with respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect for one who look to the sky just to wish for the touch of respect every min that a heart wish for the of respect bu when one look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of the stars that shin in the sky and yet every moment that a heart wish for the angel of respect is there.



Night after night for one who sit a lone for it's one who wish for the touch of respect just to feel the morning sun that will touch the sky with thus every star is like a child that will touch a heart with respect but for every min that one wish for the touch of respect for where there a star thus there a angel that will touch a heart with respect that will fill the sky but when one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel and yet every moment that a heart wish for the angel of respect is there.



For one who travel by night for one travel under the stars of respect for every moment that one wish thus when one wish or there the angel of respect that will touch a heart that wish for respect but just to feel the touch of respect is like feeling the night breeze that whisper in the air the more the night breeze whisper in the air the more a heart will feel the touch of respect and yet every moment that a heart wish for the angel of respect is there.



To touch a heart is to be touch by the rose of the angel of respect but for every touch of respect is like being touch by the stars of respect for who is the angel of respect but for every star is the star of the angel for who's heart is full of respect but just to feel the whisper in the air is like being touch by the angel and yet every moment that a heart wish for the angel of respect is there.