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