"She sauntered in a beautiful striking verdant garden.
The grown grass was flourishing, the garden was filled with stunning red Anemones along with canary yellow Jasmines.
The Lilium Candidum with its old yeller white hue shone like the sun, the light pink Lilies rested on the gentle violet curled up like a snake.
I laid down under an open sided shelter that was covered with flowers, interwoven with antique pink Gerberas. She noticed me playing with a blood red rose.
I'd seen her gracious beauty approaching, closer and closer,
I'd felt so peaceful around the brilliant flowers in the garden.
She sat by my side lucid and silent like a deep secret, I touched her long straight hair.
The sound of her laughter came through like a song. She fell down upon the grass. I looked at her shiny hazel eyes and realized how beautiful she was.
She smiled shyly. “The eyes are the window to the soul,” she muttered.
“Of course,” I said doubtlessly while I couldn't help staring into her eyes when she was so close.
She laughed again “Are you looking at my eyes to see my soul?” she mumbled.
I thrusted the blood red rose into her hair…
I was out of air “I'm looking at your eyes and each time I do so, I try to find whether you have a soul at all,” it was genuinely painful to say it.
Her eyes tapered and her mouth twisting into a lopsided sulk, she flinched slightly, but otherwise pretended not to hear me. She looked up at my facial expression and her face went blank, her eyes wide.
The rose matched her hair color. I saw myself smiling at my beautiful shell's eyes reflection"