"Flawed, Imperfect, Their dance was all wrong.
Awkward Steps,
Knees collided,
Noses bumped,
Yet, their grip and determination were strong.
"Time is not a problem. I want to do this dance with you", She said.
He answered with that playful grin,
Pleased when He saw a blush adorned her cheeks.
A step to the right, followed by a spin.
Slowly but sure, they adjust.
Confident met embarrassed glance,
Fingers were entwined,
Heartbeats collided,
And at last they dance as one,
In the never ending waltz."