The Dimple

Pure and simple,
That delightful dimple,
There, on your cheek,
It makes me weak.

My knees give way,
And then I sway,
All strength is gone
When I look upon
Your dimpled face.
It makes my heart race.

Then when you smile,
You so beguile,
So what can I do,
But fall for you.

poem by Ernestine NorthoverReport problemRelated quotes
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