For Where There A Lily Thus The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the morning sun touch the blue sky thus every birds that one see is the eyes of the angel of respect for respect is what one feel in the air but for who's heart will be touch by a lily that been touch with respect thus some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect for every min that one wish for respect and yet for where there a lily thus the angel of respect.


Some where a heart wish to feel the touch of the angel of respect but when one wish the more one will feel the light of life that shall fill a heart that wish for respect but to the family for who's heart is full of respect is the angels of the night sky that will fill the night air just to feel the touch of the lily is like feeling the morning that touch every lily that wish for respect and yet for where there a lily thus the angel of respect.


For every moment that one feel the light of life thus one feel the touch of the morning sun that touch the blue sky thus for respect is in the air to fill a heart with the touch of respect but for every star that one see that will shine for who's eyes will shine lie the morning sun the more one wish the more a lily will feel the touch of respect and yet for where there a lily thus the angel of respect.



For every min that one feel the light of life thus the light of life is respect but when one see a lily for it's the lily of respect that will fill a heart with the touch of respect for every lily is the angel of the night but when the moon raise thus the more of the lily that one will see that been touch with respect and yet for where there a lily thus the angel of respect.