Could He Ever?

Could He Ever?


I felt it when he walked inside the room,
His head held-high and his eyes in mine
Perfume on his chest, like the breeze of,
A spring day near a river, grasping of
My mind filled with Netherland flowers.
 In my mind he glazes Gold Tulip, his smile,
condoned my heart as his heart was a rose-
Mary, he could heal my inner pain,
The touch of his hands soft like a suggerlean-
Strawberry, what can be more peaceful.
He stared when he left, without a word,
I looked at his face, maybe he would call my name, Charmaine! Stay, your lover shouts
Could He Ever? Ever come back?