MISFITS?
While the couples glide at the Valentines ball,
He sits all alone at the side of the hall.
Clumsy and awkward and painfully shy,
Somehow romance has passed him by.
He would love to glide to the music’s beat
But fate has blessed him with two left feet.
Then he spots a girl on the opposite wall
Who, just like him, has no one at all.
With a courage he’s never found before,
He makes his way across the floor.
Haltingly he asks her whether
They might sit out the dance together.
They laugh now when they think of it.
Two misfits, the perfect fit.
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