For When It's Night The Angel Of Respect Is There. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the sun for it' the angel that one feel with the touch of respect but for every touch of respect thus there a rose that will touch a heart with respect for it's the rose of the angel of respect for when it's night thus one will see the eyes of the angel of respect and yet for when it's night the angel of respect is there.



Every min that one look to the sky for one will feel the light of life that will shine in the night but just to see a star that twinkle in the night for who's eyes sparkle in the night sky just to see a star the more one will wish for the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect and yet for when it's night the angel of respect is there.



Time after time for one wish for the touch of respect but every min that one feel the light of life for one feel the light of respect thus for when the sun raise for one will see a bird that will touch the morning sky with respect the more the bird touch the sky the more a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet for when it's night the angel of respect is there.



Night after night the more one wish for the touch of respect the more stars one will see for every star that one see is the angel of respect but just to look in the eyes of the angel of respect will s a sparkle in them thus for every sparkle is the sparkle of respect where there the sun thus one will feel a warm smile of respect but for the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose that been fill with respect and yet for when it's night the angel of respect is there.