Incisive, virulent—her dimpled smile.
Untimely, unbidden—she doth beguile.
Yet ‘tis innate, and not unlike the lie
That cowers deep within our dreams awry.
But dreams and desire were safely hidden
Until her dimpled smile arrived unbidden.
Be gone, ye temptress raised from Hell—
Ye keeper of chains, and ye infidel.
Oh maiden, know ye not my strength may fail,
That dimpled smiles may yet my heart impale?
So flee from hence, from me, else smile no more;
Be not unbidden love that I adore.
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Beautiful, Michael.
Peace. Joyce
She was on the rebound.
The devil burned had sent her to
your unsuspecting town.
And though you were
as innocent as we,
his name was Chris;
he was a boy,
and from a boy you flee.
~Susan~