my love was green- short writing practice

writing this reminded me of a nursery rhyme, not very proud of it, but not terrible for not writing for over a week. I've been crazy busy studying for finals, but thank you for reading! and enjoy the winter!

prompt: Employ color symbolism, as did F. Scott Fitzgerald in his classic "The Great Gatsby" where he used colors like white, green, and blue to represent characters or themes occurring the novel. 

My love was green. Guarded while so Generous, to me and to all she knew. It dawned on me. I hardly knew a thing about her despite us being so graciously close. My love found me at the shore of Navagio Beach in Greece. I was alone for the first time in many weeks, a serenity I desperately sought. She approached me, wearing an Emerald suede dress that dragged lazily behind her. Her Hair was damp, her face nude, and her eyes unforgettably viridescent in the light of the Greek sunset. “Sir, would you walk me to my cottage? it’s just down that way.” She pointed between pillars and there on a hill, was a home. I was sitting just grains away from the tide coming in of simmering warm ocean water. My life seemed to dissolve in the acidic belly of the beach. I could effortlessly transfer from man to a liberated sealion. I glanced up at her, trying to mask my mesmerization. “Nobody to accompany you?” I ask. She shook her head. I stood and together we strolled. My love spoke of her Garden, a Garden of Gazania and Goldenrod Daisies, how she nourished them with only the finest water from the Greek Gallows up on the hill, and this she swore guided them to glow supernaturally. My love turned to me, with a gaze green as Jade and offered for me to pick some and bring them to my wife. “I’m not married, Dear.” I told her. Arriving at her cottage she gifted me a basket of green grapes, which I ate on my walk back home. Weeks letter we married at the Ancient Agora of Athens, there I hold the strongest memory of all, the one of her decked in the lacey Gossamer veil, smiling gratefully. I was Glad forever with my girl, before she grew glum. Regrettably my love was gated outside her gnarly disinterest in me. Gloom and Greif eroded what we so suddenly had and suddenly lost. My love disappeared one summer in Navagio, just where we met she surrendered to a discreet misery.  hardly knew a thing about her despite us being so graciously close. My love only return tangled in seamoss and webs of weeds, her once vivacious green gaze, sunken by decay and nibbling algae. I returned her to her Garden and that very night I watched the Gazania and Goldenrod Glow.