For Every Touch Is The Touch Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus for one who sit a lone is one who wish to feel the touch of respect but for every wish there a star that will shine in the sky but when one feel the light of the a star for what one feel is the touch of the angel of respect some where in the night for there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect but yet when once heart been touch with respect and yet for every touch is the touch of the angel of respect.



The more one wish for respect thus the more a child will touch a heart with the touch of respect for every min that a child touch a heart the more arose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but for every child tat fill the air is the child of the angel of respect just to be touch by the angel child is like being touch by the light of life and yet for every touch is the touch of the angel of respect.




For every min tat the sun shine for there a warm smile that will touch a heart with respect when one feel the warm smile thus every warm smile will touch every rose with respect just to feel the warm smile is like being touch by the sun that been touch with respect but where there happiness for one will feel the light of life and yet for every touch is the touch of the angel of respect.



Some where in once heart wish for the touch of respect but just to look to the sky for there a star that twinkle in the sky with respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air and yet it's the angel that whisper respect for the more the night breeze whisper in the air the more the birds will touch the sky and yet for every touch is the touch of the angel of respect.