Jungle Bride: Horror/Romance?

She perched on the edge of the narrow boat, wearing her white lace dress and floppy hat, her face in a composed smile that I knew was there to conceal the big grin she was wearing inside. Behind her, the jungle rustled slightly; that was the hardest thing to get used to, at first, was the unceasing movement. In America, the trees stood still most of the time, unless there was a wind or a squirrel ran onto a branch that wasn't very sturdy. Here, the jungle never stopped moving. It crawled and heaved and howled and snored and grieved and loved and lived and died...it was an entity of its own accord. I loved it, because it was where I'd met my new wife. She had been a surprise--

Inspiration: This photograph of a lady beside a boat: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ronrag/371664260/
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: It's not so much that the story itself has low potential, as it is that I think somebody else could probably write the story better.