Precise
Precise


It was sleek and simple
Dormant yet fragile
Poised and subtle
Beautiful and white
Sweet and sour
Fights of the hour
Armies of happiness
Togetherness is the power
Smells of savory berry
Bunch of pictures
Painted every day
With presumptuous dreams
To be framed
Along
But when it came
To be thereby
Timid and sigh
Ego and pride
Nature and nurture
Picture the future
Thinking of times
That won't blend
Gifts and surprise
Of a dreamy life
Cause I was a black gold
He/him a diamond to be
PRECISE