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

The Rose Of Respect Is The Rose Of The Angel.



Thus where there a rose for the sun been touch with respect but for every bird that touch the sky for one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart that wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sun is like looking in the eyes of the angel of the night form it's the angel that will touch a heart with respect yet the rose of respect is the rose of the angel.


For when the sky is blue for it's been fill with respect to touch a heart but when there a heart that is happy for every twinkle in once eyes is the twinkle of respect night after night for a star shall shine in the night for when one see the moon thus it's been fill with respect for a heart that will warm a heart just to feel a warm smile for every warm smile is the smile of respect thus the rose of respect is the rose of the angel.


The day for a heart to feel the rays of the sun to fill a heart with respect but just to feel the rays is like feeling the family of the angel of respect but to the family respect for when one feel the morning breeze that whisper threw the trees thus it's the angel of respect that one will feel whispering in the air that will touch a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the rose of respect is the rose of the angel


Where oh where is the angel of respect but when one wish for the touch of respect thus one shall feel the angel in once heart with the touch of respect some where the family of the angel for every heart that being touch is being touch by the family of the angel of respect the more the angel touch a heart the stronger respect shall be for respect mean a lot to the family of the angel of respect.


Oh what night thus the stars is twinkling in the but when the moon raise for it will touch a heart with the light of respect thus the sky is the home of the angel of respect for it's there where the family is but for every star that twinkle shall touch a heart with a warm smile yet for every warm smile thus the sun that touch the blue sky shall fill the air for a heart will feel the touch of respect in the air the rose of respect is the rose of the angel.

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Well good morning to all what a beautiful day just to be touch by a rose that is fill with the touch of respect and yet for every morning that the sun raise for a rose will mbe touch with respect.
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