Glamorous, to say the least.
Exclusive to the amorous,
only for them to see.

like a hyperbole.
A dramatization done intentionally.

A friend to the enemy.
Visual art done gently.
Often done quickly,
oblivious to the sickly.

It'll make a sad person cheery.
Or make a cheery person dreary.
Make a quiet person query,
make a cold person fiery.

Can this fresnel really do all that I've said?

Honestly it's only a light with a soft edge.

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