Oluchi (part two)

That is the source of her jealousy -
Where can I find a man like Sam?
O Sam
You are so handsome!
O Sam
You are so intelligent!
Sam, my Sam
You are everything;
Tall
Dark
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,
Believe me
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;
Sighs too.