Arike, a typical Yoruba name
I saw you, I grew fond of you
You brought into my life fame
I cherish you, and that's the clue.ππβ£π
Allow me to embrace your soul
You're my fire, I'm your coal
Let me adorn you with my wealth
You're the doctor that diagnosed my health.ππππ
What's more beautiful than you?
Is it your concealing mysterious eyes?
That stoles me whenever I look through
Your love has many faces like a dice.πππ¨ββ€βπβπ¨
You have a funny soul that shows
Love and complete sweetness in rows
You capsized my heart with the swings
Moving gently around your hips.β€ππππ
Arike, to me, you're a festival
Even in the primitives, you're my val
I dance and keep dancing your beat
Your love is naturel, somptuex, it's a nice treat.πππβ£
To make it happen, we shall go to Cuba
In my danshiki, and in your iro Ati buba
Where we can spend hours together
I'm in love, seeing my baby turns a Diva.π―ππππ