I . Who would hold my heart? Now it's reeling off, almost Adufe! My praise queen, Only in your palms, when drop, Will it survive the fall? . You praise the queen bee, Her elegance, a perfect beauty, But wherever you stream, Adufe, The crown pelts to its hive. . Let us place our hands on a romantic roam, As we flake through historical attention, The popular Idi-Arere, as one to mention, My smile is yours, on a cosmic glow. . Please my heart, Adufe, Grease my heart, Let pleasure finds itself a home, But through your palms, Goddess of beauty that fissures, Such that men hold, then seizures. . But what ode shall please such beauty's lineage? Such that flaunts, like a maiden's cleavage, Perhaps, I know of honour’s bower, Orita-merin should stand our tower, No doubt, my heart beats like a rising sun, You make me, Oh Adufe! Pulchritude's pun, Let my flanges sieze yours,on a long run. II A...
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