The Rose Of Respect Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise for a bird will touch the morning blue sky with the touch of respect but some where there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the sky but for who's eyes will twinkle in the sky with the touch of respect but to the family respect is something that a heart wish for but yet when one feel the touch of respect thus there a warm smile that been fill with respect and yet the rose of respect is the angel of respect.



For every min that one look to the sky the stronger respect will get when it touch a heart that wish for respect but for who's heart will the angel of respect will touch with respect just to be touch with respect is like being touch by the angel rose that been touch with respect but when the moon raise thus it will touch once heart with the light of life for it's the angel that fill the moon with the light of life and yet the rose of respect is the angel of respect.



For every rose hat bloom in full for one will feel the touch of the sun that will touch once heart with respect but when one feel the touch of respect for one feel a warm smile that touch once heart but the sun will warm a heart every heart that been touch with respect for one will smile with the touch of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect and yet the rose of respect is the angel of respect.



Night after night for one see a star that twinkle in the sky but for every star that one see is the angel of respect but just to touch arose is like being touch by the dove that been fill with respect but just when one feel the ouch of a rose thus the moon will raise to touch the sky with respect thus every touch of respect for every bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the rose of respect is the angel of respect.