In the realm of awkward hearts we tread,
Where words unsaid echo in the night.
A glance, a smile, a timid thread,
We weave our dreams, hoping they’re right.

Awkward whispers in crowded halls,
Clumsy gestures, a dance of chance.
In tangled webs of blushing calls,
We trip, we fall, in love’s strange trance.

Yet in the cringes of our tale,
Lie truths unspoken, raw and real.
Behind each stumble, beneath each fail,
Beats a heart that dares to feel.

So here’s to love in its awkward grace,
To moments that make us hide our face.
For in those cringes, beauty lies,
Where love’s true essence never dies.