Magnifying Glass

Much is obscure, unless further examined.

Much detail is ofttimes obscure
Lost of luscious allure, and appeal

When viewed by the naked eye,
The essence and core,
The complications, details, signifigence,
Fade to black and destroy admiration,
Prepare an object for negligence,
Dull and bland become one’s sense,
For the particular notation,
The detail’s extravagance,
But there’s a way to explore,
To moisten that which was dry

A magnifying glass,
Expands past the mundane,
Shows that which was once veiled.
I hand to you this vital tool,
And you give it in return,
And with this instrument I will learn,
Of you, a precious jewel,
And of your life, completely detailed,
And you do the same, all to ascertain,
Each other’s selves, in the hours that pass.

And In these hours we both ensure,
That there is nothing left to conceal.