For Every Rose That One See Is The Angels Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for the birds shall sing for the touch of respect for it's the sun that the birds feel but for every rose that one see will feel the touch of respect for every rose will bloom in full with respect and yet for every rose that one see is the angels of respect.


Where there a full moon for one will feel the angel that will fill once heart and yet for who's heart will be touch y the angels of the night sky that is the house of respect when one feel a warm smile is like feeling the morning sun that will fill the blue sky with the touch of respect but yet for every rose that one see is the angels of respect.


Just to feel the warm smile thus one feel the touch of respect but for one who feel the touch of respect feel the touch of the moon light that is the light of life but to the angels respect mean a lot to the angels that fill once heart and yet for every rose that one see is the angels of respect.



Oh what a lovely even for a moon light walk under the angels that fill a heart with respect some where there a moon light of life for who's heart will feel the touch of the moon light of life for every moment that one feel the light of life for what one feel is the touch of respect and yet for every rose that one see is the angels of respect.