Analysis of If Your Love Was True
In less than a single fraction of a second; she would come to you from even the most unconquerable epitome of the Herculean and invincibly towering mountain,
In less than a single flicker of your eye; she would come to you from even the most remotest rock bottom of the unfathomably undulating and unimaginably deep sea,
In less than a single yawn of your mouth; she would come to you from even the most obsolete corner of the fathomlessly mighty and impregnably pristine clouds,
In less than a single whisper of your voice; she would come to you from even the most sequestered hole infinite feet beneath lackadaisically dead and treacherously obdurate soil,
O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the mightiest of barricade separating the both of you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an inconspicuous instant,
But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep frenetically searching for her like a maimed dog; but you won't find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes.
In less than a single blush of your cheeks; she would come to you from even the most egregiously silencing and endlessly asphyxiating coffins of ghastly death,
In less than a single flutter of your little finger; she would come to you from even the most treacherously blackened and wholesomely deadened fabric of the ghoulish night,
In less than a single tap of your foot; she would come to you from even the most farthest corner of the limitlessly iridescent and majestically pearly Moon,
In less than a single unfurling of your lips; she would come to you from even the most blazingly indomitable and intransigently fuming inferno's,
O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the most acrimonious apocalypses separating the both of you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an infidel instant,
But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep dogmatically searching for her like a wounded vulture; but you won't find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes.
In less than a single radiation of your brain; she would come to you from even the most unbelievably disappearing and evanescently inane mists of nothingness,
In less than a single snore of your sleep; she would come to you from even the most menacingly unsparing and cold-bloodedly squelching jaws of the indiscriminately massacring lion,
In less than a single desire of your soul; she would come to you from even the most aridly charred corner of the unsurpassably sweltering and boundless desert,
In less than a single swish of your palms; she would come to you from even the most unimaginably resplendent and endlessly fructifying corridors of perpetually priceless paradise,
O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the most tyrannically turgid boundaries chaining you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an inconspicuous instant,
But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep rapaciously searching for her like a worthless skeleton; but you won't find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes.
In less than a single nod of your head; she would come to you from even the most unfathomably stretched ends of inexplicably bizarre and surreally titillating imagination,
In less than a single juggling of your fists; she would come to you from even the most inconceivably inexplicable and abstrusely imperceptible places between heaven and hell,
In less than a single beat of your heart; she would come to you from even the most profoundly incarcerating and impossibly unconquerable wells of solitude,
In less than a single breath of your nostrils; she would come to you from even the most intangibly ethereal and voluptuously tantalizing cringes of the enamoring rainbow,
O! Yes; if your love was true from the innermost core of your heart; then irrespective of where she was; irrespective of the most gorily invidious battlefield between the both of you; she would immortally be yours and only yours; in less than an inconspicuous instant,
But if there was even an infinitesimal whimper of betrayal maligning your soul; then keep baselessly searching for her like a needle in the endless haystack; but you won't find the tiniest insinuation of her reflection; for your life beyond an infinite more lifetimes.
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Metre | 0110101010101111111001101001001000110010 0110101011111111110010101101011000111 0110101111111111100110101011001101 011010101111111111001010110010111011001 11111111010111110010111100101010011010001111111101010111010010 111110100100101010111111101010111111010000101001011101110011 01101011111111111001010010001000100101101 0110101011101011111110011100111010101 011010111111111110011010101010001000101 011010010111111111100110100001101 111111110101111100101111001010101001100011111111010101111010 11111010010010101011111010010101010101111010000101001011101110011 01101001011111111110010100010010111100 0110101111111111100110000100111011001000100010 0110100101111111111001111010110001010 011010111111111110011010010011001010001010 11111111010111110010111100101011101001011111101010111010010 111110100100101010111111101010101001111010000101001011101110011 011010111111111110011111010001011000010 01101010011111111110011010001010010011001 0110101111111111100101001000010011110 0110101111011111110010100010001100101001001 111111110101111100101111001010110100100101111111101010111010010 11111010010010101011111110101010001011111010000101001011101110011 |
Characters | 4,739 |
Words | 791 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 24 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 161 |
Words per line (avg) | 33 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 161 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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