AYANFE...

I am fairly and fearfully mended

You are bright and heavenly descended

I, then freely accord to you Ayanfe

The one that presses my bosom with Ife,

Ayanfe, is it fair that I should melt

Like a Queen at the fairy fair

Is it that I secretly nurse to fear

The possibilities of this affair Ololufe,

Need I remind you about how unfairly

You leave me helplessly blushing redly fair

How in the setting suave coming nearly

I lay like a restless fruity pear,

We're a present pair in the sight of Almighty Ife

His arms do bear, it does gently protect

Allow this very journey on this fairly conquest

Filled with alabaster fetish that mends

Your Ife protests to do me fair Ayanfe

So, how can I tend to offend

And all I really ever meant to send

Is I carry your Ife in me, Ayanfe.

Live, Love, Laugh
 Kaylove.

Kokoro Ife by Gabriel Afolayan.