Áyànfé Mi

My love, what have we become

What love do your heart now each

By the lovelessness of your acts

Do you tire of me?

 

And need no more of my love

Have we been all this while, two lovers

And now you love me less than a lover

 

The music in my heart

Or the dirge you now call

The song bird of my soul

Or like parrots to your ear

Like a sweet mirth of paradise

Or the deserts of hell

What am I now in your eyes?

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Am I the love you professed

Or the receiver of your new hate

What do your lips confess?

Do it your love for me, say

Or remember no more of my face

 

Áyànfé mì

My joy

In all our journey

You were to me than money

They say that nothing money cannot buy

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But for your smile, I will yield the world

For your love, I will defile impossibilities

For your face, I will derail from all trace

Held in the pockets of your bliss, I will give my life

For you are my beck, my substance

That without is no substitute ever made sweeter

For your love is mine and that one thing I will never let go

For you to me are everything

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