To Ride In The Night Is Like Feeling The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one ride under the star thus one feel the twinkle in the air but when one look to the sky for one could see the eyes of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect but for one who wish for the touch of respect shall see the angel of the night that fill the sky with respect thus the more one see the angel the more the angel will touch a heart with respect and yet to rid in the night is like feeling the angel of respect.


Thus for every touch of respect is like being with the angel of respect for who will touch once heart but yet one will feel a warm smile that shine in the blue sky with the touch of respect and yet every touch for a bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to feel the touch of respect the more one feel the light of life the stronger respect get and yet to ride in the night is like feeling the angel of respect.



Night after night for every wish for one will see every star that shine in the night but just to look the sky for what one see is the eyes of the angel that sparkle in the night with the touch of respect in the angel eyes but for who will feel the touch of respect by the stars that touch the night sky just to feel the night breeze that whisper respect in the air and yet to ride in the night is like feeling the angel of respect.



Every moment that once heart is touch with respect the more a rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but when it's night the more stars will shine with respect for who's heart will be fill with the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of respect just to ride under the stars of the angel is like a moon light drive but it's the angel that one see shine in the night and yet to ride in the night is like feeling the angel of respect.