He held her hand and sat in a beautiful garden at that time. The garden was like a view of paradise. The flowers of every color and race were spreading everywhere, showing the sight of the colors of the rainbow descending from the sky. White birds, colorful butterflies and sparrows fly with it. Their voices. The juice was pouring into my ears. He was walking with her on the soft 'green' wet grass.
This girl was his everything - his heart - his soul - his pulse - his breath - the blood circulating in his being. If he were Marian, he would say that she came out of his back, but whatever he was, she was his. It was and will be his till death and in the hereafter he will ask God for it. He was looking at her with life-giving eyes, she was silently bowing her head, listening to what he was say
