Day after day, I returned to this lovely place, and watered the seed and treated it with theutmost of care. I sometimes read it the sonnets of Shakespeare, hoping his words of love would speak to it the way I could not. After 7 days, I saw the first sign of life.From the ground grew a single finger – one with the softest of skin and the slightest of warmth. Her skin was as soft as a baby – absent from it the hard skin that grows as weage. It stood from the ground strong and independently, and as I touched it, I felt ittouch back.Knowing it was not ready, I continued to water it and read it sonnets, anxiously awaiting what was to come.--Each day, she grew more and more – what was once only a finger had grown into a hand,then an arm – and as I continued to water and read to her, I imagined she knew my presence.On the 27
day, I saw her face.It was beautiful – her eyes, although closed, were kind, and her skin was delicate. I gently ran my fingers across her virgin face, and I imagined her smile. Though, to my dismay, I did not want to rush things, and knowing she was not ready Icontinued to water her and read her sonnets.-- As the next few weeks passed, she grew taller and taller. Her face was always staring atthe sun, as if navigating its rays and finding it’s warmth. She stood half her height now,and her beauty was growing each and every day.I began to wonder what kind of woman she would become – surely one of kindness andcompassion, of intelligence and virtuosity. She’d love the world for all it’s worth, and it would love her back. She would live each day caring for others.Maybe she’d be a ballerina, and I would be able to watch her spin as her body fell in sync with the music that flowed around her.Or maybe she’d be an artist, and I would be able to admire her work before the world settheir eyes upon it.I began to think of what our first kiss would be like.