The Touch Of A Lily Is The Touch Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun touch the blue sky for every bird shall sing a sweet song of respect just to fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one feel the ray of the sun thus one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart but just to see a rose in full bloom thus for it been touch with respect but for every rose is the rose of the angel of respect and yet the touch of a lily is the touch of the angel of respect.


Oh what a lovely day just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the whisper of respect that will fill the air thus when one walk threw the park for one will feel the touch of the sun thus it's the angel that fill the sun with respect to touch a heart that wish for respect just when one feel a warm `smile thus the moon will touch the sky with the light of life just the touch of a lily is the touch of the angel of respect.


For every touch of a rose is like being touch by the light of life that will fill the air and yet every moment that one look to the sky the more a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect thus where there a heart that is full of respect thus it's the angel of respect that shall fill a heart but just to look in the eyes of the angel for it the eyes that will sparkle in the sky some where a heart sit alone but wish for the touch of respect but the touch of a lily is the touch of the angel of respect.


Day after day thus for every bird that touch the morning sky with respect the more the birds shall touch the lily with the touch of respect the stronger respect shall be under the sun with a warm smile yet a lily is like a child that been touch with respect to touch a heart that wish for the touch of the angel for who fill the lily with respect but when one look in the eyes of the angel thus one shall feel the respect in the eyes of the angel for who will touch a heart that wish for respect just the touch of a lily is the touch of the angel of respect.


Another day is like another rain bow but yet for every day that the sun touch a heart thus a rose will fill a heart with respect for the more the sun touch a heart the more the family shall raise to touch some where a heart that been touch with respect the more the birds will sing a sweet song of respect that will fill the air with the touch of respect just to sing in under the star is like being touch by a rose the touch of a rose is the touch of the lily of respect.