There’s no love sated In one man, one woman It flows unabated For endless span!
In life she had seven husbands But love with her is buried where her tomb stands Many more might have come to her life The lady she’s known as *the seven husband’s wife.
Empty would seem her heart’s treasure trove If she had stuck to merely one love So when tired she banished one for good Found herself another as her soul’s food.
She searched love towards that end made attempt But after a while grew familiarity’s contempt Love is no water that can be held in one jerrycan When one man was exhausted was time for another man.
Often she fell for them drawn by their exterior Only to find afterwards their inferiority to her All their sweet talks were hollow in every bit Impossible was to endure their annoying habit.
Yet she didn’t cease her search for love true sublime To bond in a relationship that would stand the test of time But that she never found remained empty her treasure trove She passed from one man to the other not found real love.
The seven men that failed her in love she ended their term For they unbeknownst to them had caused her fatal harm By not fulfilling her cherished goal not being loving husband *Leaving her with no choice but with their blood to smear her hand!
At the tomb and memorial of Susanna Anna Maria (cover photo), 1809 It’s said she had married seven times and killed all her husbands as they failed her in love. She lived in a period (18th century) when a woman couldn’t live with men without marriage.