Beauty Is a Cruel Mistress

I gave my heart to the one I thought was right for me, instead of the right one. Enticed with the exquisiteness of her beauty as she laid in my arms, what I saw was a pure vision of serenity. I can still remember the sparkle in those deep brown earthen eyes, I remember every second as her pupils widened with sensation, my eyes were wide with anticipation. As the smoke from the fireplace dissipated and the cool sounds of the night filtered through the room, it became clear that serenity was just an illusion as I tried to fathom the thought that one day she would leave me. I’ve conquered five milestones to eternity but for her love, I would destroy paradise. Beauty is a cruel mistress.