A finished work.

Pulchritudinous

It was time for brown bears to hibernate,
The bright moon smiled, I begin to languish,
As I continued I descried my soul mate,
She was immaculate, not a blemish.

Moving closer, I witnessed a tragic scene,
The anguish of her grief was astonishing,
Furiously weeping; her tears were unseen,
She halted. I wished of being her only king.

Her eyes mesmerize mortals, diluting them,
Capable of taming madness and insanity,
Vast like the sea, reflecting like a gem,
Their forms bring blessings to humanity.

She sat on her throne like a stationary,
Neglecting a bull python’s skittering,
An amour they had, they were complementary,
That very second, time seemed everlasting