The Touch Of A Angel Is The Touch Of A Star. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when one who wish for the touch of respect thus one look o the sky but for what one see is the eyes of the angel for who touch once heart with respect but just to see the angel thus the more one will see a stars that shine in the sky for every star that shine thus the angel shall fill the air with respect and yet the touch of a angel is the touch of a star.



Every moment that one look to the sky for every star that one see for there the moon that will touch a heart with the light of life for the light of life is the light of respect is what one will feel thus when one feel the sun for it will warm once heart with respect but o the family respect mean a lot one who wish for the touch of respect and yet the touch of a angel is the touch of a star.



Where there a heart for there a star that will shine with respect just to be touch is like being touch by a rose but for every hour that a rose touch a heat with respect the more roses will bloom in full thus the more a rose bloom for it bloom with the touch of respect but for when the sun raise thus the birds will sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet the touch of a angel is the touch of a star.



Thus every min that one feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the angel of respect that whisper respect in the air just to feel the breeze is like seeing the dove of the angel for every star is the angel of respect for who will touch a heart and yet the more one wish for the touch of respect and yet the touch of a angel is the touch of a star.