Trusting

Like roses in between thorns,

Like ice creams on a scorching hot day,

Like a hot cocoa on a freezing night,

A heaven in the midst of what seem to be unpleasant,

A blessing in disguise they are,

Known as pleasant,

only when the unpleasant is known.

I shall find them.

my roses, 

my ice creams,

and my hot cocoa.