All of him

Ok, well, I am still a bit mad 'bout this

As the night dimmed
She breathed in night's scent
the stars were her perfect ecstacy
they seemed to spell out his name
again and over
the soft breeze blew in sweet melodies
it was then that she saw she needed to be
her life needed him
to feel
to sleep
or to not
to laugh
to love
to live again