Finding Love: A Poetry Collection

The Modern Mr. Wickham

The warm dazzling smile,
Engulfs you within a hug,
Quite the charmer,
That takes you for a mug.

That winking eye,
Doesn't surrender my soul,
Or become putty in your hands,
If that was your goal.

That smooth talk,
Won't blind me to your faults,
Those evil intents,
That make me revolt.

So stranger,
Prince charming,
I shall not go out with you,
Even if you sing.