For Every Min That One Feel Respect Thus It's The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

A lovely night but night after night for one look to the sky for one wish for the touch of respect but when one see a star for every star that touch the sky for the moon will raise to shine in the sky but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air or it's the angel of respect for who will touch once heart and yet for every min that one feel respect thus its the angel.



Every moment that the moon shine for one will feel the touch of he light of life that will fill once heart when the light of life touch a heart thus once eyes shall twinkle in the sky with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the light of life but for when the sun raise thus one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with the touch of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that touch the air with respect and yet for every min that one feel respect thus it's the angel.




The more the sun warm a heart the more a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but when one look to the sky thus there a bird to touch a heart with the touch of respect thus for every heart that the bird touch shall feel the light of life just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by the light of life but yet for every touch of respect is like the touch of a child with eyes of respect and yet for every min that one feel respect thus it's the angel.




Just to feel the night breeze for every min that one feel the night breeze that whisper for it's the angel of respect that whisper in the air but for every rose thus one will see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect thus every rose will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect but some where there a heart that cry for the touch of respect and yet for every min that one feel respect thus it's the angel.