A Lonely First Step

May I have this dance, Even though I don't know how? As if I'm performing brain surgery, And my only tool is a plow. Just the thought of one misstep, Gives my knees a little shake. Where the ground beneath has shifted, And I'd swear there's an earthquake. What if I step on a toe, Or even worse, cause a trip? Can any recovery be graceful enough, While awaiting that fat lip? Well, I suppose if I don't man-up, This time will pass, without a chance. Showing that risk and its partner reward, Move hand-in-hand, towards any romance.