The Dimple Poem by Ernestine Northover
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.
© Ernestine Northover
A sweet, lighthearted little verse to start my day. You have a wonderful relationship with words, Ernestine. Blessings to you! - Theresa
To see the beauty in the smallest of things can lead to being able to see the beauty in so much more.Love Duncan
My PERFECT new granddaughter is 7 days old today, and she has lovely dimples one on either side of her mouth, and I have fallen for her, so I guess dimple magic works! ! Love, Scarlett
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Great write Ernestine! How wonderful to look at someone this way. I have two dimples so I give this a 10! Patricia