A Fashion That's Precise

This is a poem, that looking back on it, I'm pretty proud of it. It came together relatively fast, and required very little changes. It was inspired by an incredible woman named Ongelle, that I was getting to know. Sadly, she is no longer in my life. For reasons that require me to share the blame, as well as she. But at the end of the day, I don't regret trying to get to know her. I'm only disappointed that it didn't pan out. And if she were somehow to read this, she should know for a time, she was an incredible muse.

A special thanks to Ongelle R., for the short time she was a light in my life.

"A Fashion That's Precise"
2011

The thought of you alone,
Is so pleasing to the mind
Like a sight is to the eyes,
Or ears finding sound sublime
But the question then becomes,
What can be taken from their sum
Is there a part of you in me,
That I simply can't outrun
Must I submit? Must I kneel?
Even bow before your grace?
As my inner thoughts combine
To make a mosaic of your face
As your name drapes the walls
Like the finest form of art
That was framed, then became
Picture perfect in my heart
Darling girl, I won't lie,
I thought alone is how I'd die
'Til you came in, to begin
To just inspire me to try
So breathe your life, or be my wife
Do anything you wish
And give me time, I'll tell you why
My fabled wish is this
Girl, tell me anything
Make any word suffice
Rub my name across your tongue,
In a fashion that's precise
Say it with a dash of pride,
As if the owner is your own
And I will take you in my arms,
And place you on the throne
'Cause if you think it through,
You'd know I think of you
Whether my eyes are open wide
Or there's darkness in my view
I think of you, I think of you
I think of only you
I think of you, I think of you
What else am I to do
But humbly drift beneath your waist,
To grant myself a taste
For you possess the holy grail,
And I shall worship it with haste
But please believe, I won't deceive
I'd rather prove my worth
My first is now in last,
You're the only woman on this Earth
If you look, inside my book
And read upon the page
My heart and soul, lacked control
For they were shackled in a cage
That could not been seen, or even felt
But it was so very hard to move
Until you came through, well to do
With a word and touch to soothe
The inner storm, that was the norm
And grown to be the sight
That I despised, before my eyes
Got to close and end the night
So baby girl, please rejoice
You were my favorite choice
And you won't doubt sincerity
If you listen to my voice, when I say...
Girl, tell me anything
Make any word suffice
Rub my name across your tongue,
In a fashion that's precise
Say it with a dash of pride,
As if the owner is your own
And I will take you in my arms,
And place you on the throne
'Cause if you think it through,
You'd know I think of you
Whether my eyes are open wide
Or there's darkness in my view
I think of you, I think of you
I think of only you
I think of you, I think of you
What else am I to do
But thank you for the things
You never noticed that you did
And the happiness it brings
I only felt it as a kid
So now I display it with a pride,
That I really feel inside
For you embody all things
A man should never be denied
Girl, your walk, oh girl, your talk
Brings such life inside a room
That fate would like cast
Its' newest bride and groom
But before we get that far
I have to thank you here and now
Because you organized my pain
Then somehow cleared it out
Now I can tell you anything
Make any word suffice
For you filled my inner void
In a fashion that's precise
And it's with a dash of pride,
That I say the owner is your own
So I will take you in my arms,
And I will place you on the throne
'Cause if you think it through,
You'd know I think of you
Whether my eyes are open wide
Or there's darkness in my view
I think of you, I think of you
Girl, I think of only you
I think of you, I think of you
What else am I to do
But thank you...