THE NIGHT OF BLISS
A poem by ORIMOLOYE, Ifeoluwa

I shed my heart in order to bleed my pain,
I renounce the weaknesses of the past,
As I launch into the dawn of a new dawn,
Neglecting, overcoming a history in the down,
Yet, building in my heart a better tomorrow,
I pronounce the end of a wander too long,
For, given two choices, this I made,
To be safe or to be saved,
But what more can I say?
For this is only a night of bliss.

I shed my heart in order to bleed my pain,
I abandon my ignorance for the price to pay,
I trade my comfort for us to stay,
To fill your soul and be born again,
That our love might continue till an eterne is made,
I lay my heart only for a truce of love,
That our bygones will be forgiven, not visited,
For, given two chances, this I made,
To be safe or to be saved,
But what more can I say,
O'er this art only as an art of bliss.

I shed my heart in order to bleed my pain,
To hereby disengage myself from an age-long feign,
Bonds tying me only to western affairs, no gain,
I give my heart as a sacrificial lamb,
Even as I refuse the truce of yesteryears,
For, given two choices, this I made,
To be safe or to be saved,
But what more can I say?
For this is only an expression of bliss.