For Every Rose Is The Rose Of The Angel Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For Every Rose Is The Rose Of The Angel Of Respect



Thus for the sun shall raise for every min that the sun raise for there a rose of the angel of respect but yet just to see a rose is like being touch by a beautiful lily that been touch with respect oh sweet lily for where the hand that will touch a heart with respect for one wish to feel a warm smile that mean respect and yet for every birds that one see for every rose is the rose of the angel yet for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect.


Time after time for one who look to the sky thus one wish for the touch of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect for every heart to feel and yet the more one smile the more a rose will bloom with respect but for one who sing for a bird will sing a sweet song of respect to touch a heart that wish for respect night after night for one look to the sky but one wish for the touch of respect and yet for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect.


Thus for every min that the sun touch the sky for the sun shall warm a heart with respect but yet when one see the sun for there a rose that been touch by the angel of respect to fill a heart with respect oh what a beautiful day for the birds to sing a sweet song of respect for the family that fill the air with respect thus respect mean a lot to a heart that wish for respect and yet for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect.


Respect sweet respect thus you are special to a heart that feel the touch of respect for every moment that one wish for respect thus for every heart that sit and wish for respect for there a rose that will touch a heart just to see the moon is like being touch by the hand of the angel of respect for what one feel is a warm smile but the more one wish the more the family will twinkle in the sky but yet for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect.


And yet when one look in the eyes of the family for one feel the touch of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect to fill a heart just when one feel the touch for there the angel with eyes that sparkle in the sky for every sparkle is the sparkle of respect some where in the land of respect for a heart that been touch shall fill the air with respect that touch once heart and yet for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect.

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Well good morning to the land of respect for it's the land that been fill by the angel for the sky is the home of the angel of respect but the angel wait with open arms just to touch a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect.
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