Under the moon’s awkward glow, we dance,
Clumsy steps in a silent trance.
Whispers of love, so unsure,
Hearts collide, yet innocence pure.
Your laughter, a nervous melody,
Echoes through the night, so free.
Hands touch, then quickly part,
A symphony of our timid hearts.
Eyes meet, then shyly glance away,
A game of peek-a-boo we play.
Words fumble, yet sincere,
In this awkward love, so dear.
As dawn breaks, we part ways,
Memories of our cringe-filled days.
Love, in its most awkward form,
Finds a way to keep us warm.