Many things
We tend to forget
But is it the little things that happen
That makes us remember the rest

The bell at the door went off
As she entered the cafe
The music that was playing
Was a gentle classic

She waited in line
But there seemed to be a problem at the counter
She watched
As the man scratched his head in panic and embarrassment

"Is everything okay?" she asked
So there was a language barrier
She helped in the translation between two
And he offered her a treat as gratitude

The bell at the door went off*
Countless times through the day
While they sat there in conversation
And multiple cups of coffee
Like they just have too much to say

In the depths
Under layers of a dilemma
Making a decision
Amidst questionable doubts

Holding on
With all I've got
Tugging along
With all I have

Come what may
Storms and hurricanes
Earthquakes and disasters
Even an apocalypse

Grant me that allowance
To fight
Like the warrior you know me to be
I'm ready for a war
A war unexpected

*For there is a place
I long to be...
That...


Haven


In which I have set my eyes upon...

Amidst a field of grass
There was a single rose
It was not just any rose
It was the one she love the most

-----

He pulled it out from nowhere
And presented it in front of her
A single white rose

"Why white?"
She asked

"Because a white rose symbolises us."
He said

She tilted her head in confusion
Not knowing what it meant

"We are meant for each other, my love."
He caresses her cheek gently
"That's why."

-----

From that day on
He remained her one and only
**White rose

They said*
To let nature take its course
But she
Did not want to sit still

They said
That what will be, will be
But she
Did not let it be

They said
Not to hurt yourself
But she
Love jumping into bottomless pits

They said
To let your heart decide
But she
Still kept choosing to do what's right


Even when all she wants to do
Is to be brave
And put up a rebellious fight