And the Beauty Blooms…

An exquisite work requires an eye,
A longer gaze than the usual,
And an infinite perspective,
To grasp the authentic sense,
To squeeze the true brilliance,
Out of the multilayered canvas.

A finest view
Is a result of long awaited,
Refined brew.
The hastened taste
Wouldn’t make justice,
The lingered flavor, though,
Tickles the buds,
Subsuming pleasure,
Forming a fond to patience,
Over the quick tempt.

A keen intuit,
Unravels the beauty.
When the irrational stumble,
Deplores the value.
Pry and search the depth,
Before the quick wit.
It is rather in patience,
The crude filters,
The edges refine,
And the beauty blooms.