Your smile, a crooked beam of light,
Reflects in the awkward silence,
Where I stumble over words,
In this cringe-worthy dance.
Our love, a quirky melody,
Out of tune but somehow sweet,
As we fumble through each moment,
Clumsy hearts, incomplete.
In every glance, a nervous twitch,
Eyes that dart and then align,
We laugh at our own folly,
Two souls awkwardly entwined.
Though our love is cringe and clumsy,
Itâs real in every way,
Perfect in its imperfections,
Forever here to stay.