"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."