His hands ruffled his hair
He adjusted his tie
And tightened his shoe lace

He went on an evening stroll
And towards every weird gaze
He chuckled knowingly

Muttered to a failing leaf
Smiled to a floating daffodil
As he walked on the moon lit eve
He walked by a maiden
Dressed in a smooth silk
He stopped and kissed her hand

And they burst out laughing
Having noticed people’s attention,
He carried her home as they kept laughing.