This Summer, Marry I Must

Papa said my beauty would make life better For marry I must this summer Or we shall continue to suffer. Bride Price shall make my family richer. But I am in a dilemma. Sam is sweet but Jude is Richer Papa would welcome either, For Marry I must this summer Faithful Jude adores me better. Sam’s ego burns like fire And this makes me bitter. Sweet Jude stalks me like a beggar, Wicked Sam is not much of a love giver, And Marry I must this summer. Alas! I know not why I love Sam better. Maybe Sweet Jude is too much of a Lover, Maybe Sam appears to be the worthier, For he frets not about my beautiful aura And is sanctified with the Ego of a deserving lover, Sam I must marry this summer. QUOTATION When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness. Euripides, Medea, 431 B.C. Greek tragic dramatist (484 BC - 406 BC)