In the realm of sight, where Art sets sail,
Eyes toil and strive, detail's orientation unveiled.
A canvas pristine, in purest white attire,
Awaits its dark companion, their destinies conspire.
The eyes, they labor, precision in their dance,
To reveal the intricacies, in every single glance.
The canvas, patient, in stillness it abides,
For the ink of night, to flow where vision guides.
In this elegant waltz, they meet, they combine,
A symphony of contrasts, a tale to enshrine.
As lines and shapes entwine, a story unfolds,
In the language of art, a masterpiece, behold.
