The Heart Of Love Is The Angels Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When there a heart like a rose for every touch of a rose shall bloom in full with respect but when one see the sun thus one feel the touch of a angel with a smile like the morning sun yet for every touch of rose for once eyes shall sparkle like the diamond in the night but the heart of love is the angels of respect.


Where there a lovely night for one see the blue moon that will fill once heart yet every min that one feel the touch of respect the more one feel the sun shine just to look into the eyes thus one see the sparkle of respect where there happiness for one will smile that will shine like the sun and yet the heart of love is the angels of respect.


For every min that one wish the more the blue moon will shine and yet every rose that one see is the eyes of the angels that will fill once heart but for when there a warm smile yet for who's heart will be touch with respect when there a twinkle in the night sky thus it's the angels but yet the heart of love is the angels of respect.


The heart of love is like a rose that bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet for every star that touch the night sky shall sparkle in the night thus for the angels that sparkle in the night yet for every bird that touch he blue sky been fill with the touch of respect but yet the heart of love is the angels of respect.