To Fly On The Wing Is To Fly With The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun is out for one wish to fly on the wing of a dove but when one see a star thus one wish to fly with he angel of respect every min that one fly with a dove for one will fly with the angel that will fill once heart with respect and yet the more one fly with a dove for one feel love but for one who fly with the angel of respect.


Yet to love is like being touch with a rose but for one who wish for the touch of respect for every star that one see thus one see the eyes of the angels that fill once heart but yet to see one smile for the sun shall warm once heart just to be touch with respect is like touching once heart for who want love.


Oh what a lovely night for a moon light walk just to be with the angel of respect is like dancing with once true love in the moon light but yet every dance in the moon light for one think of the angel that fill once heart and yet just to see one by the candle light is like seeing the light in once eyes.


Every moment with the angel is every moment with once true love but yet being with the angel is like being a angel of the night but when one is with true love thus it feel like being with a rose of once heart and yet another night to feel the touch of the angel that fill once heart with respect.