And from the ballroom floor
In the beginning, she takes unsteady steps, and sometimes, she tripped over her own heels, trampled on her red dress, and wrong-footed herself, to her embarrassment, and with their guidance, she became more confident, and more vivacious, beauty that she was. Very soon, the hands that once held hers first clenched in anticipation as she let them go, and broke out in applause, as her gracefulness drew the eyes of the ballroom towards her form. The girl blossomed into a woman, a lady, and everything about her was breathtaking. The brown hair that, carefully made up, shaped into a wave at the beautiful nape of her neck, the eyes constantly beckoning with a spark of mystery, and the perfect body; well-shaped breasts and a slender waist, and as she danced her high-heeled long legs peeked out from the red dress that flared with the form of her body.
Somewhere along the way, she, all grown up, stole his heart away.
Somewhere along the way, she, all grown up, stole his heart away.