The Eyes Of A Child Is The Eyes Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When it's night for the moon will raise to touch the sky but for every star there a special star that will touch once heart with the touch of respect but yet for a clear night thus a clear night is the night for one who wish for respect but every moment that one see the moon the more one will touch a heart and yet the eyes of a child is the eyes of the angel of respect.



Some where a heart that look to the sky for it feel like being touch by the stars of respect for the stars is the family of the angel with respect but just to look in the eyes of a star the is the thus when one feel a warm smile thus it's the angel with a warm smile of respect the more the moon shine the more once heart will feel the touch of respect and yet the eyes of a child is the eyes of the angel of respect.



Night after night for every min that one wish for the touch of respect the more a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect for every star that touch a heart is the star of the angel of respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect shall see a falling star just to wish for the touch of respect and yet the eyes of a child is the eyes of the angel of respect.



Thus when one feel the light of respect for it's the sun that will fill the air with the touch of respect but when one see a bird for it' the bird of the angel of respect to sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect the more one wish for the touch of respect the stronger it will get and yet he eyes of a child is the eyes of the angel of respect.