Analysis of Love Lost



When the scent of you like fragrant blooms floats through the breeze like soft perfume,
I can not breathe, my thoughts are strewn.
Fall to my knees, I can not move.

Our memories flood back in waves,
A love now lost haunts all my days.
How much more can this heart take?
Not having you is crushing weight.

Without you love, my body numbs.
I count my thoughts, there's only one,
and it's of you, forever you.
Without your light, my soul's entombed.


Scheme XXX AXXX AXXX
Poetic Form
Metre 10111110111011101 11111111 11111111 101001101 01111111 1111111 11011101 01111101 11111101 01110101 01111101
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 449
Words 95
Sentences 8
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 3, 4, 4
Lines Amount 11
Letters per line (avg) 31
Words per line (avg) 8
Letters per stanza (avg) 115
Words per stanza (avg) 28

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I still miss you.

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Written on September 10, 2022

Submitted by ThoughtsToMyself on December 28, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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