A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
She talked about the ology of thes
And he liked to talk about the beauty of trees.
He didn’t like theology,
She didn’t care for nature’s personality.
But that talked about it all
With passionate thrill
Becuase their love and attention
Made the whole world worthy of time to fill.
In their lovers perception,
Maybe a deception,
All ideas were certain of their conception.
Words Worth While 