She smelled of lilacs,
And summer rain,
Of freedom of youth,
Of love and pain.

He looked as if she,
Were the sun, the moon and stars,
As though the universe spun,
Only around her.

She danced as though life,
Could end at any moment,
And kissed as though,
He was the air entering her lungs.

But she was the air he breathed,
The blood flowing through his veins,
And her laughter was the rhythm,
That set his heart to beat.