The House Of The Angel Is The House In The Night Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one sit in the sun for one feel a warm smile that touch once heart but just when one look to the sky for there a star will sparkle in the eyes of the heart that wish for the touch of respect thus here in the night for one wish to see the eyes that will sparkle in the night but for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet the heart will feel the touch of respect the house of the angel is the house in the night.



Some where for the angel of respect await for a heart that will wish for the touch of respect but every moment that one wish for one is sleep with a warm smile that will fill a heart just to be touch with a warm smile is like being touch by a rose that is in full bloom with respect but to the family respect is what a heart wish to feel every star is the angel family for who fill with respect for where there a family for one shall see the angel of respect with her family to touch a heart yet the house of the angel is the house in the night.




For every door that a heart knock at is the family of the angel for who fill the night sky with respect thus when the moon shine for one will see the eyes of the angel of respect that shall touch a heart that wish for respect but yet for every heart that wish for respect for there a smile that will warm once heart the house of the angel is the house in the night.



When will the angel of respect touch a heart for every min that one wait for a heart cry for the touch of respect but yet for every touch of once heart will beat with respect the more once heart beat the more one will see the stars of respect just to be touch is like being on the night of the full moon but it's the stars that will touch a heart the house of the angel is the house in the night.



Yet for the touch of respect one will dream of the angel that touch once heart and yet the more one dream the more the moon shall shine in the window that the heart look threw and yet every min that one see the moon for a star will sparkle in the eyes of the heart that wish for respect time after time one just sit and wish for respect but yet the house of the angel is the house in the night.