In the clumsy dance of mismatched words,
Where affection trips on tangled strings,
Hearts collide in awkward gestures,
A love wrapped in cringeworthy dreams.
With every glance, a nervous chuckle,
Fumbling through confessions, shy,
The echoes of uncertain laughter,
Coloring skies with blushing sighs.
Handwritten notes with scribbled verses,
Stumble across the page like toddlers,
Yet in the mess of awkward phrases,
A tender truth, a gentle wonder.
Through the haze of clumsy moments,
Love blooms in its unique embrace,
For in this cringe, a novel beauty,
A story only they can trace.