'What is your favourite number? ' <br />You asked me <br />The mischevious smirk <br />On your lips <br />Lighting up your eyes <br /> <br />The dusty red and black <br />Book you got from the library <br />With white numbers <br />On the cover <br />In your hands <br /> <br />'Zero...' <br />I said.... <br />'Because... <br />It is the begining of all...' <br /> <br />'Well... <br />Mine is 'one'... <br />Because it builds <br />Every other number... <br />Everything else is just lots of ones...! ' <br /> <br />'Yes darling.... <br />Except for zero....' <br /> <br />'Hmmm......' <br /> <br />[To 'hmmm....']<br /><br />Rowving Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-one/
