In the quiet corners of a crowded room,
Our eyes meet, then quickly look away,
A symphony of awkward, silent tunes,
Where hearts cringe but still choose to stay.

Your smile, a hesitant and timid beam,
My words, a jumble of nonsense and stammer,
We navigate this odd and clumsy dream,
A dance where elegance is but a rumor.

Fingers brush, then pull away in haste,
The air thick with unspoken desire,
Every move a testament to misplaced grace,
Yet in this chaos, our souls conspire.

So here’s to love that’s awkward and real,
To moments that make us blush and bend,
For in this cringe, we find and feel,
A bond that no perfection could ever mend.