Analysis of One Woman
I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with the exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue,
I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best,
I might have talked in different dialects every day; maneuvering my tongue several times; to achieve that bombastic slang which I had perpetually dreamt of,
I might have wandered in different directions every day; incessantly discovering and stimulating my insatiable greed for adventure,
I might have read different books every day; profoundly engrossed in the inscrutable tales of enchanting mystery and romance,
I might have slept at different places every day; sometimes under the tenacious moonlight blending with placid grass; while sometimes on the astronomical summit of the mountain feasting on the tremendously deep pink gorge,
I might have looked in different directions every day; trying my ultimate best to decipher the intricacies of this fascinating planet,
I might have bathed in different waters every day; sometimes standing under the artificial bathroom shower; while sometimes splashing my arms in supremely poignant ocean salt,
I might have driven different cars every day; sometimes the astoundingly sleek silver Mercedes; while sometimes the battered jalopy to play a few pranks on fellow beings,
I might have adorned my wrists with different watches every day; zealously observing as the seconds ticked into oblivion with each unveiling night,
I might have admired different sights every day; fantasizing almost every minute to unprecedented realms of bizarre imagination,
I might have danced on different floors every day; sometimes on scintillating slabs of marvelous granite; while sometimes brazenly striking my bohemian foot on the muddy ground,
I might have inadvertently broken different things every day; sometimes the glittering bowls extruding from the mantelpiece; while sometimes the tiny mountains of sand that suddenly came my way,
I might have drunk different liquids every day; quenching my thirst with the most conducive flavor that my throat cried for,
I might have sat on several different places every day; ranging from as obdurate as the stubborn stone; to the ambiguous oasis of satiny fur strewn on the hills,
I might have shaken hands with different people every day; unabashedly interacting with each section of the vast society,
I might have listened to different tunes every day; feasting my sensitive ears to a fathomless pedigree of mind boggling and profusely enthralling music,
I might have frequented different continents every day; whizzed past over boundless territories of land and water; seated like a prince on the lavish upholstery of my personal plane,
I might have bought different toys every day; in my endeavor to amuse myself profoundly; reminisce way back into memories of, memories of unadulterated and innocuous childhood,
I might have worshipped different deities every day; advocating my firm belief in each form of God existing; through far and wide in this secularly woven orthodox world,
I might have taken the blessings of different mothers every day; revering and insurmountably respecting their irrefutable tenacity to evolve new life,
But let me tell you; that although everything in my life had been different every day, I still have no inhibitions in declaring that I have loved only one woman from the bottom of my heart; the very woman whom I would continue to adore for centuries immemorial; the very woman whose essence would keep lingering around my impoverished soul even under my grave, the woman who is none other than my beloved.
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Metre | 111101000100111001010110010011110001000011 1111100110011000101000010010101011000111001 11110100101001010011101101101011110100011 11110010001010010100010001001010011010 1111100110010100100010011010100001 1111110010100101100010110110110110010010101010100100111 11110100010100110110011010010001110010 11110100101001011010001011010110110010010101 111101001100101001001100101010100101101111010 1110111110010100110001010101010100110101 111010100110011001100101010011010010 1111110011001011111100101011001010100110101 11101001010011001010100101010110101010111100111 111110010100110111010101011111 11111101001010011011100101011001000101111101 1111011100101001010001011101010100 111101100110011011001101100111000010110 1111001001001001111010100110101010110100100111001 111110011001010101011010011101100110010100001001 111101001001001100110101111010110101110101 11110010110010100101001010100100010010111 111111110011111001001111101000101111101101010111010101110101011100010001010110111000110101101011010111101101 |
Characters | 3,726 |
Words | 586 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 21 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 22 |
Letters per line (avg) | 140 |
Words per line (avg) | 27 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 147 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 28 |
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