Ofcourse!

Olives, figs, dates ... a rose.

I remember he took down a bow.

Berries, chocolate, devilish clothes...

He asked me not to ever let go.

Jewels, blushing, noisy doors,

He read me out like a prose.

Sunken breath, faded glor;

embracing another catastrophic blow.

Transparent, pronounced, tangible - ofcourse!

His love was only a fleeting vow.

Denetd honor, broken credence,

Another story of a doleful end.