Prologue - Spring
January 1, 1996
My grandmother, the seer, with eyes of wisdom and secrets deep,
Once spoke of love amidst the clash of weapons and the screams of sleep.
“Which war?” I dared to ask, young and foolish then.
“There is only one war, mon petit,” she replied with a knowing grin.
Her words have lingered in my mind, haunting me through the years.
Was it a prophecy, my destiny, or just a warning of tears?
For now, I stand ready for the battle that lies ahead,
The only war that matters to me, where my courage shall be shed.
Yet, amidst the chaos and the strife, a curious thought does arise,
Will I find you, my love, amidst the smoke and the skies?
Have I already found you, in the midst of this endless war?
Or must I keep on fighting, till you're mine, forevermore?