"Define life," he said, "In under seven words."
Several gave their answers,
cold and scientific, their wavering hands,
hoping for good reputations.
I had an answer.
The word leapt to my lips,
struggled to part them,
but I clenched my teeth to hold it back.
"Love." My heart whispered.
"We have not life, if we have not love."
But love is not in the textbook.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
"Define life," he said, "In under seven words."
Several gave their answers,
cold and scientific, their wavering hands,
hoping for good reputations.
I had an answer.
The word leapt to my lips,
struggled to part them,
but I clenched my teeth to hold it back.
"Love." My heart whispered.
"We have not life, if we have not love."
But love is not in the textbook.
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