The Field Of The Angel For Who Will Touch One With Respect.. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one stand in the field thus one will feel the touch of respect for one stand in the house of a angel that will fill once heart with respect but when one feel the sun for every touch of the sun is the touch of respect yet for one who wish for the touch of respect is one that the sun will touch an yet the field of the angel for who will touch one with respect.


Just to feel the touch of a angel for who's eyes will sparkle in the night with the touch of respect yet when one look to the sky for what one see is the stars that twinkle in the night sky with the touch of respect for every touch of respect the more the sun shall fill the air with the touch of respect and yet the field of the angel for who will touch one with respect.


For where there is sun for one shall see the field of the angel for who will fill once heart but for every min one stand in the field for the more stars one will see in the night sky thus for very moment that one feel the touch of respect for it's the house of the angel yet every min that the angel touch one with respect the stronger respect will get and yet the field of the angel for who will touch one with respect.


Thus when one wish for the touch of respect is one with a heart that need to feel the touch of respect but when one see feel the touch thus once eyes will twinkle in the night Where there happiness for every thing that the sun touch been fill with respect yet every min that one feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose and yet the field of the angel for who will touch one with respect.