To Touch A Rose Is Like Touching The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one look to the night sky for what one see is the moon that been touch with respect thus when one feel the touch of the moon yet one will see a star that sparkle in the night just to feel the touch of a rose is the angel that will fill once heart and yet to touch a rose is like touching the angel of respect.



Thus for every touch of the angel is the touch of respect but when the moon shine for one will feel the light of life touching once heart for who wish for the touch of respect yet every rose that one see been touch with respect but it's the birds that will fill the air with the touch of respect to fill a heart that wish for respect and yet to touch a rose is like touching the angel of respect.



What a beautiful feeling to feel the touch of respect but for every moment that one see a star thus it's the angel of respect that one see in the night sky for every min that one see the angel the more one will feel the touch of respect in once heart thus it's the heart that will bloom like a rose that been touch with respect but just to feel a warm smile for it's the sun that one feel that will warm a heart with respect and yet to touch a rose is like touching the angel of respect.


When there a rose for the sun will shine to touch every rose that is in full bloom but just to touch a rose for it will fill a heart with respect where one stand for there a star with a twinkle in the night to touch once heart with the touch of respect just to touch a rose is like seeing a bird sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet to touch a rose is like touching the angel of respect.