In me a fire is ignited,
A burning bliss of blues.
For Labake leaps in my inks
Like a fairy in verses of telling tunes.
Aye! her fires of flawless feeling,
Melts my morbid muse into living.
And again this lovelorn river rises and flows,
Giving everything in its wake a glow of hope.
A Pope,
Could not be such a bliss!
Now I know, I indeed missed my miss
(C) Ifeoluseyi Ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi
Lines and Rhythms Poetry Collection
Midnight Blues Series.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks