In the silence of a crowded room,
We exchange glances, shy and unsure,
A dance of awkwardness, we both consume,
In love’s grip, we tremble, pure.

Words stutter out, clumsy and cold,
Yet your smile warms my heart anew,
In this cringe-worthy story, bold,
Our love, though awkward, feels so true.

Gazing into your eyes, I trip and fall,
Embarrassment tinges every move,
But in your laughter, I find my call,
A cringe love, yet it soothes.

Hand in hand, we walk this path,
Embracing each awkward twist and bend,
For in this cringe love, we find our wrath,
A beautiful journey, till the end.