Creativity, Complexity, Chance and Chaos

I remember

I remember the day
You came to my door
With a bunch of scarlet roses
And a silver locket
To say sorry

I remember the day
You came to my door
At midnight
And said,
"Let's go to the beach."

I remember the day
You came to my door
With a velvet box
And said,
"Let's do something reckless."

I remember the day
We did something reckless;
I still keep
The white dress
In my wardrobe.