My Dimple Doll Poem by Siphesihle Shabangu

I saw you blush and I smiled.
I saw you walk and I marched.
I heard speak and I sang.
With an intention of imitation,
I did a completely different mission.

I met you and scratched my head,
Approached you and ran short of words.
I touched you and suffered tetany,
I've got a feeling you quite contagious,
I'll catch the virus along at least.

I'm like a house in construction,
A story far from completion.
My heart to the elastic limit.
I wish to acquire rest after all,
But I can't rest until am freed.

Worries torture my nerves,
My heart's in a lions' den.
Ain't no difference between love and lust,
For your blur image of perfection,
Brought my soul mixed feelings.

Oh! Beautiful Dimple doll
I'll be calm, await your rescue
For I've heard people say
'Ain't no hurry in Swaziland'

Lend me closure and rest after all
No relaxation I most admire,
Than owning my soul desire at last.