Truth be told, if it must, anything that he does,
Whether smart or stupid justifies easily,
All this running around… It is simply because
He cannot stand to be away, not joyfully,
It is but poor excuse to spend some time with her,
See her smile, hear her laugh, get to know each other.
If you were then to ask him what lies in his heart
His eyes would shine and his mouth, in a smile, would part,
For him then to explain that for a single chance
To spend a day with her, talking, laughing, sharing,
Anything he would give, he would be so daring,
Anything to be close, to admire her dance.
Anything to admire her beautiful life-dance.
A small alternate ending, because why not?
Sort of a sequel to : Hopeless romantic