For One Who See A Star Thus One See The Eyes Of The Angel. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For when one the stars shine for one will feel the warm smile of respect that will fill the air with the touch of respect thus for every star that one see for one will feel the touch of the light of life but when one look to the sky for one will see the eyes of the angel that fill once heart with the touch of respect and yet for one who see a star thus one see the eyes of the angel.
But when the sun raise for every rose will be touch with the touch of respect just to fill a heart that wish for respect every min that one wish for respect the more one see the eyes of the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night sky but just to feel the touch of the hand of the angel is like being touch by a rose that is the rose of the angel of the night and yet for one who see a star thus one see the eyes of the angel.
Just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the night air is the whisper of respect but for every star that touch the sky is the star of the angel where there happiness for one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart for every heart that is warm warmth of respect but yet when one feel the hand of the angel is feeling the touch of respect and yet for one who see a star thus one see the eyes of the angel.
Where there a rose thus there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one walk under the stars of respect for it's the angel that will fill once heart with respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air with respect a beautiful night just to see a star that twinkle in the night and yet for who's eyes will twinkle in the night and yet for one who see a star thus one see the eyes of the angel.
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