In the moonlit night, I write your name,
A thousand times, yet it feels the same,
My heart beats fast, a silly game,
For love that’s cringe, but not a shame.

I sent you flowers, bought with care,
But all you did was stop and stare,
My cheesy lines hung in the air,
Love’s awkward dance, a sad affair.

We walked through parks, hand in hand,
With scripted words, like in demand,
Our romance felt like shifting sand,
But still, I hoped you’d understand.

So here’s my love, in all its plight,
A tale of cringe, both day and night,
Though it may seem a foolish sight,
My heart for you still burns so bright.