The Angel Of Respect Whisper The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

A beautiful day just to feel the touch of the sun and yet for every min that the sun touch a rose for the angel of respect will fill one for who wish for the touch of respect is one who shall see the star in the night yet every star that one see shall twinkle in the eyes of the angel and yet the angel of respect whisper the touch of respect.


Thus when there a rose for every rose that been touch with respect for once heart will feel the touch of respect for the rose is like a heart that cry for love but when the sun shine for the birds will sing for the touch of respect for one who wish for the touch of respect for every moment that one want for the touch of respect and yet the angel of respect whisper the touch of respect.


Just to feel the touch of respect is like looking in the eyes of a angel for who fill the air with the touch of respect but when one look to the blue sky thus the sun will warm once heart with the touch of respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger it will get but yet the angel of respect whisper the touch of respect.


Where there a rose thus there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night sky with the touch of respect but every min that on see a star or one wish for the touch of respect to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of the angel hand yet just to look in the eyes of the angel for one feel the touch of respect but yet the angel of respect whisper he touch of respect.