Pure and simple, <br />That delightful dimple, <br />There, on your cheek, <br />It makes me weak. <br /> <br />My knees give way, <br />And then I sway, <br />All strength is gone <br />When I look upon <br />Your dimpled face. <br />It makes my heart race. <br /> <br />Then when you smile, <br />You so beguile, <br />So what can I do, <br />But fall for you. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dimple/
