ÀRÍKẸ́

ÀRÍKẸ́

A gem wit
Whose beauty is natural
Echoing fonds and loving to nature
When her sweet word sprouts
From her month
Young men stoops to stagger
By her scintillating words

ÀRÍKẸ́
...affection grip men thoughts
Of those comeliness of extreme tenderness
And profound fond of love.

You cannot know her
Until you see her
In her well kept hair _Suku.
Well weaved and plaited
With a tender scalp.

_AfeezWrites

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