Where There Happiness For There The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that one look to the sky for one feel the twinkle in the night sky for every twinkle is the twinkle of respect but just to feel the night breeze whisper in the air for a rose shall bloom in full with the touch of respect but where the sun shine for one will feel the warmth of the sun that been touch with respect and yet where there happiness for there the angel of respect.



A open door is like a open window for the angel fill once heart with the touch of respect for every wish one will be touch with the angel touch of respect for one who fall for respect will catch one for who wish for respect but every rose that one see for what one see is the angel that will fill once heart but yet where there happiness for there the angel of respect.



Just for one who wish for the touch of respect for one wish for a angel to fill once heart for when the sun raise for the more one shall feel the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of a angel for one feel the touch of respect to wish is like wishing for the touch of respect yet when one who sit lone will feel the touch of a angel and yet where there happiness for there the angel of respect.


Thus for every touch of respect for it's the angel of respect that touch once heart with respect the more one feel for when one see the twinkle in the night sky just to be touch with respect is like falling in the arms of a angel that is the angel of respect and yet where there happiness for there the angel of respect.