The Night That The Angel Of Respect Fill The Air With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one look to the sky for the angel will fill a heart with respect but when the sun raise for thus one will see a bird that will touch the sky with respect but for every rose that one see shall touch a heart with respect and yet the night the angel of respect fill the air with respect.



Thus for when the sun shine for every rose will bloom with the touch of respect but for every bird that one see will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every wish for one will feel the light of life that will touch once heart just to look to the sky for one see the eyes of the angel and yet the night that the angel of respect fill the air with respect.



Every moment that one wish for the touch of respect the more the moon will shine with the touch of respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect is one who will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart but yet for every touch of respect for there a rose in full bloom and yet the night that the angel of respect fill the air with respect.



Where there a bird that sing for a heart for respect thus the bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect the more one wish the more stars one will see that shine in the sky but for every min that the moon touch the sky the more the light of life will fill a heart with respect.