Ajike,
For you, the birds sing
For you, the leaves dance
to the vibe of the wind
that blew you into my arm

Ajike,
You are a soul well designed
By the holy sole-man
I can hear your voice
In my sleep, among fairies

Ajike,
You are a voice shined
You are not bad in smile
You shed tears of love
You are a goddess

Ajike,
You are a tender cross
That calls no nail to dig
A worthy tree, you are
That deserves to be forever

Ajike,
Should i translate your name
As i can steal and do you care
Your sobriquet, should i tell
For, to cuddle you, i shall always wake

Ajike,
Show me your pot of honey
And like fly, i shall stay
Give me your arms to admire
And kiss it, I shall do to Paris

Tersemann2016

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