Those Dimples
For Dimpled,
on her fourteenth Birthday
Yes, he is extremely attractive.
Yes, he makes me laugh.
Yes, he is a Prince.
But it's those dimples that do me in every time I see him.
Not many men can make dimples suit their faces. I couldn't imagine him without them. He wouldn't be complete without them. He just would not be the same. He would still be gorgeous, don't get me wrong, but I have a thing for those dimples of his. They frame his mouth in such a way that I feel weak at the knees each time I see him. Even that three-day beard he sports sometimes, annoying though it is, I can tolerate to an extent just because he has dimples.
I love him. I love his personality. I love his charm and his wit. I love his hidden intelligence. I love his attitude to life, no matter how much I may disagree with it.
I love his tall, muscular frame and the way he envelops me in his warm embrace. I love his eyes, those oh-so-blue eyes. I love his hair and the way it flops boyishly over his forehead. I love his perfect smile with those perfect, white teeth. And I especially love his dimples.
Somehow, things don't seem so bad when I catch a glimpse of those dimples. They brighten my day, no matter how dark and hopeless things seem. They never fail to make me melt on the inside (though that is something I would never admit to anyone – not even to him). Regardless of any foul mood I may be in, one look at those dimples and I'm suddenly in a much more receptive mood for anything positive that might come my way.
Basically, I just love those dimples. Of course I love him – all of him – but those dimples…they make me sigh in pleasure.
I suppose I am probably starting to repeat myself by now; but, honestly, I can never seem to stop thinking these things once I get started!
I'm glad he has dimples, because, strange though it may seem, they are the most integral part of my Fiyero – they are the one thing that could not possibly be classed as a downfall, and I know they are the one thing about him that will never change. I love those dimples.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish this were not true, I do not own Fiyero - he belongs entirely to L. Frank Baum and Gregory Macguire. I only own this story, which is protected in my name under Australian Copyright Law dating back to 2013.