To Touch A Heart Is To Touch The Angel. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Another night for the touch of the hand of the angel thus every touch of the angel hand for once heart will beat the sound of respect that will touch a lonely heart that wish for the touch of respect just to feel the breeze is like being touch by a rose of the angel and yet to touch a heart is to touch the angel.


Thus for every star that touch the sky is the family of the angel of respect but yet when the moon raise thus one shall be touch with the light of life that mean a lot to the family of respect day by day a heart wait just to feel the touch of respect but for every star there a rose that bloom in full that been touch with respect and yet to touch a heart is to touch the angel.


Where there a warm smile thus one will feel the sun that will warm, a heart with respect just to be touch by a angel is like being touch by a rose that is fill with respect but yet for every rose there a star that twinkle in the eyes of one who wish for respect but when every star that raise for a bird will sing a song of respect thus respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air for a heart to feel but yet to touch a heart is to touch the angel.


Thus the more one sleep the more one dream of being touch with respect just to look to the sky thus one see the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect that will fill the air but when one feel the touch of ma rose for what a heart feel is the touch of respect thus every touch of the light of life is the light of respect for it's respect that a heart wish to feel but yet to touch a heart is to touch the angel.


The day of the rain bow is the day for a heart to wish for respect thus the rain bow is the angel of respect that shall sparkle in once eyes thus for every rain is a bird that will fill the air with respect but for every bird that one see is the angel of respect just to wish for respect is to wish to look in the eyes of the angel of respect for the sky is the home of the angel of respect just to touch a heart is to touch the angel.


Night after night thus one hear a heart beat for the touch of respect for every beat that a heart beat is for the angel of respect to touch a heart that beat for respect oh lovely moon light thus the light is like the morning sun that touch the blue sky for where the angel with eyes that sparkle in the sky for a heart wish for respect every moment that a heart wish for respect the more one see the family that twinkle in the sky and yet every twinkle that one see is the light of life but yet to touch a heart is to touch the angel.