A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I asked her to dance
and she declined.
It won’t look pretty
She said.
Although, I could see the longing in her eyes.
I extended a hand and assured her
There is a certain beauty
In doing a thing
Just by being brave enough to do it.
It is made even more a beautiful thing
By doing it because you love it.
We danced the night through
And not an eye missed sight of our delight.
Words Worth While 