Oluchi (Part Two) - Poem by samuel nze
That is the source of her jealousy -
Where can I find a man like Sam?
You are so handsome!
You are so intelligent!
Sam, my Sam
You are everything;
Broad chested -
But is this all girls think about!
You must pardon me, Sam
It has to be love,
What else could it be?
Oluchi my dear,
It could be an illusion
And nothing more.
Yet instead of understanding
All I get in return for my explication
Is piqued pride
And hurt anger;
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