poet Ernestine Northover

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

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 17, 2006
Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008

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  • Theresa Rayman (3/29/2006 11:55:00 AM)

    A sweet, lighthearted little verse to start my day. You have a wonderful relationship with words, Ernestine.
    Blessings to you! - Theresa

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  • Duncan Wyllie (3/19/2006 11:58:00 AM)

    To see the beauty in the smallest of things can lead to being able to see the beauty in so much more.Love Duncan

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  • Uriah Hamilton (3/17/2006 8:39:00 PM)

    something as simple as a dimple can do us in! !

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  • Scarlett Treat (3/17/2006 6:26:00 PM)

    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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  • Gina Onyemaechi (3/17/2006 6:08:00 PM)

    Sweet and soulful, Ernestine. With warmth, Gina.

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  • Patricia Gale (3/17/2006 5:11:00 PM)

    Great write Ernestine! How wonderful to look at someone this way.
    I have two dimples so I give this a 10!

    Patricia

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