"On that particular spring morning, there was a gathering of people. Unbeknown to me, it was Easter Sunday, and the church was having a gathering outside of Macy’s Eats. There was music, there was food, there was dance, and then, there was her.

Her name was Lisette, and she was the prettiest thing I ever did see. I was only about 16 when I first laid eyes on her, but somehow, I knew, the second I saw those bright green eyes from across the way, that there was something special about this one. She stood there with a peace about her that I had never seen before. Her dark hair just flowing freely in the wind, like a leaf drifting weightlessly in the cool spring breeze. She wore a light blue dress that flowed like the soft current of a river in the early fall. She was earth, wind, fire, and water; and I could not keep my eyes off of her. I’ve heard the college folk in town talk about the beauty of Aphrodite, and how she was so majestic no mortal woman could match the wonders of her beauty. If that be so, then I think Mount Olympus was missing it’s wondrous Greek goddess; because never in my life had I gazed upon such perfect, untampered beauty. If nothing else, she was that gorgeous lady Aphrodite to my heart and soul."


-The River, by Cristina Marrero