We had just come to the end

We had just come to the end of the long flower garden that left my head dazzling with color and every kind of scent. At first the white sign seemed out of place, then it thrust its words at me, "All was Beautiful until you came". I was riding my bicycle back home up and down the streets, then over to the Library. I must have been 8 or so. He was tall and handsome, about 16. At one point, he said to me, "You know there is a word in there," pointing to the library, "that says what you are!" I had no idea, till he took me and found the word "homosexual", pointing his finger, as long as the finger in a da Vinci painting. But I thought, "All was beautiful until you came."