The House Of Respect Is The House Of The Angels Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one to look sky thus for what one see is the house of respect for every touch of the angels respect the more one feel the touch of respect but when the sun shine thus every rose that one see shall bloom in full with the touch of respect for who's house will be touch with respect but yet the house of respect is the house of the angels.

Every house that the angels fill with respect thus for who live there been touch with respect and yet when the sun raise for one will feel the warm smile that shine like the morning sun that touch he blue sky just to feel the morning breeze that whisper thus the house of respect is the house of the angels.

For every touch of respect shall light up one who wish for the touch of respect but it's the house of respect just to feel the touch of a rose is like being touch by a angel of respect and yet every star that one see will twinkle in the night yet the house of respect is the house of the angels.

Some where there a house that wish to be touch with respect but where one stand for one will see a star that twinkle in the night for one who touch the sky for one touch the angel that have respect for once house and yet every touch of once house will be fill with respect and yet the house of respect is the house of the angels.