The Dove Of The Angel Is The Dove Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the sun raise thus every rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but when one feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose but one will see a dove that will touch the sky with respect but for every touch of respect thus once heart will feel the touch of respect that fill the air just for every moment that one wish for the touch of respect the more one will see the dove of respect and yet the dove of respect is the dove of the angel.



Some where in the night for there a dove that will fill once heart with respect but just to feel the touch of respect for a bird will sing for a heart that wish for respect but just to be touch for one wish for the angel of respect to fill once heart with respect but when one moon raise thus it will touch the sky with respect the more the moon shine the stronger respect get and yet the dove of respect is the angel of respect.



For where there a heart thus there a star that will shine in the sky but for every star there a rose that been touch with respect but for every rose will bloom in full just to touch a heart with respect every warm smile shall touch the sky with respect but for who will feel the touch of respect that fill the air and yet the dove of respect is the angel of respect.



For every dove that one see is the angel of respect that touch the sun with respect but just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air is like being touch by the dove of respect to fill a heart that wish for respect but when one see a star that will twinkle in the night for it's the dove of respect that one see and yet the dove of respect is the angel of respect.