Analysis of The Language Of My Heart
The language of my lips was uninhibited happiness; compassionately nibbling every element of rhapsodic goodness; that euphorically swam in the panoramic atmosphere,
The language of my eyes was unceasing empathy; a perennially untainted desire to amalgamate my impoverished being; with every conceivable fraternity of living society,
The language of my chin was endless mischief; eternally frolicking with countless nubile maidens on the pristine sea shores; enlightening even the most inane iota of morbid gloom in the atmosphere,
The language of my cheeks was tantalizingly embarrassed euphoria; erupting
into a fathomless gallery of nimble goose-bumps; as when the ebulliently fantastic winds of unadulterated autumn gushed in upon the freshly embellished bride,
The language of my shoulders was altruistic philanthropism; tirelessly hoisting my fellow comrades in inclement distress; towards the paradise of their very own choice,
The language of my fingers was untamed artistry; insatiably evolving a glorious civilization of panoramic beauty; out of inconspicuously threadbare wilderness,
The language of my armpits was emolliently hard earned perspiration; the feeling of unsurpassably mollifying contentment of having relentlessly strived forward to blissfully conserve my diminutive existence,
The language of my feet was timelessly inexhaustible adventure; tirelessly philandering upon even the most evanescent cranny of god's wonderfully enchanting creation,
The language of my stomach was inevitably symbiotic hunger; marvelously replenishing the egregiously tyrannized intestines inside; with the bounteously scrumptious fruits of eternal mother nature,
The language of my brain was fathomlessly never-ending fantasy; with not the
slightest bit of jejunely treacherous monotony daring to perpetuate it for times immemorial,
The language of my bones was unflinchingly blazing patriotism; expending the
last ounce of energy trapped within them to the service of their limitlessly
sacrosanct motherland,
The language of my shadow was satiny sensuousness; tantalizing even the most
parasitically alien into an unending whirlpool of astoundingly invincible ecstasy,
The language of my palms was unavoidably unraveling destiny; transcending above every aspect of my incessant struggle for propitiously mesmerizing existence,
The language of my eyelashes was mischievously flirtatious winking; rejoicing the unassailably divine moments of newborn infanthood; even when I had nurtured into perilous greyness of complete manhood,
The language of my blood was pricelessly impregnable humanity; celestially
coalescing with every construable element of living kind; for an infinite more
births yet of mine,
The language of my throat was synergistic melody; tranquilly inundating every lugubriously nonchalant particle of the atmosphere; with the undefeatable chorus of uninhibitedly united brotherhood,
The language of my persona was amazing procreation; endeavoring my very best
in continuing god's chapter of venerated evolution; till the absolutely irrevocable
end of my breath,
The language of my conscience was irrefutably unshakable truth; perpetually
traversing on the path of egalitarian silken righteousness; even as holocausts of hell viciously stabbed the soil of earth,
The language of my nostrils was quintessentially life-yielding breath; compassionately embracing every living organism in whirlpools of vivaciously beautiful desire,
And the language of my heart was immortally Omnipotent love; forever and ever and ever bonding with the beats of my unconquerable beloved; till centuries unprecedented even after my this birth and the destined corpse of my death.
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Metre | 01011110100100010001001001001010101110001010 010111101010000100001001010101010101100010001001100100 010111110100100100110110101011010010010101011010010 01011111000010010010 01011001101111010101101001010010100101 01011101010110010110100100101010111011 0101110111001010010000101010101111100 0101111111010010111010110010011011000110100010 010111110010001010010001100101010111000010010 01011101010000101010000100001001010011011110101010 010111111010100110 1011110001001010101110100 01011111101000100 11110010111010111 10010 0101111111001001 11000110101101000100100 010111101000100100010011001110101011100010 01011101101010010010110110110111100110011011 01011111010001001 010110011001101111001 1111 010111101010011001001011001010101101101010 010110101010101001001101 0010011011000101001001000 1111 0101110110100101000 0101011001001010010111110010111 010111010100110101000010100101000111100010 00101111101001010010010101011110111000100101011100101111 |
Characters | 3,673 |
Words | 516 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 2, 1, 1, 3, 1, 3, 2, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 30 |
Letters per line (avg) | 103 |
Words per line (avg) | 17 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 155 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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