It doesnt take much, just those eyes baby.

There's a ball going on in my mind.
girls in vibrant dresses
and boys wearing their rented tuxedo's.
the heels of everyone's shoes
making a statement, in each sound made.
some heels are too high, others; too tight.
the loafers that he borrowed from his father aren't fitting too well now,
but size doesn't matter...
hand in hand, they glide across the floor
forgetting their real selves and taking on a new world.
heart in heart, they flow gracefully together,
falling head first into excited eyes, and never wanting out.
feet intertwined elegantly, knowing exactly where to go.
hearts beat to the violins playing,
lungs breathe together, in time with the conductor.
eye contact never breaks,
the love rapidly growing like a weed inside young, awaiting hearts...