In the hallway where whispers linger,
Awkward glances, hearts afire,
Fumbling words that barely muster,
Cringe and laughter, our desire.

Hands that tremble with nervous grace,
Fingers brush in hesitant dance,
Blushing cheeks in a crowded place,
Love’s first steps, a clumsy chance.

Notes passed under classroom tables,
Scribbled hearts, a secret code,
Giggles shared in stories and fables,
Innocence in overload.

Yet through the cringe, the awkward phase,
A warmth ignites, a gentle flame,
As love matures in wondrous ways,
From silly games to heartfelt claim.