For Every Whisper There The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one feel the night breeze that whisper for the breeze that whisper thus the more one shall see the stars of the night but for one who look to the sky shall feel the touch of respect when one see a star for one see the twinkle in the night and yet for every whisper here the angel of respect.


But when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that will warm once heart with the touch of respect for respect mean a lot to the family for who's heart is fill with respect just to see the twinkle is like seeing the eyes of the angel that will fill the air with the touch of respect but yet for every whisper there the angel of respect.


For the stars that is full of respect is the angels of the night sky that is the house of the angel for who will fill once heart but when one see a twinkle thus once eyes will twinkle like the diamond in the night sky but just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose that is in full bloom and yet for every whisper there the angel of respect.


For where there a warm smile thus a rose shall touch a heart with respect but for who's heart will be touch with respect just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the night the more the night breeze whisper the more stars one will see thus when one feel the touch of the moon light for the moon light is the light of life and yet for every whisper there the angel of respect.