Shades of Green

The lilies drifted across the water like dandelion dust on a breeze, brushing past my fingers as they traced swirls into the shallow blue. The sun warmed the tops of my bare shoulders, and puffy clouds dotted the horizon. I had thought once that nothing was more perfect than the gardens in early summer, but that was before. I also thought I had met every shade of green. I, too, was wrong then. For walking out between the hedges, was a shade of green so soft and lovely, it must’ve been brushed into existence by none other than the hands of The Maker. It was a green as vivid as the ocean was vast, blanketed by deep golds, and delicate browns, framed by a full set of fawn colored lashes. His name was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. His face, a symphony of soft planes and strong curves. Lips, a gentle bow on his face. And tousled hair, thick as envy. A twinkle danced behind his smirk, as it grew to a smile. 

“Hello, my dear,” said the smile.