A Tapestry of Passion: Our Walkman Love Symphony
With every beat, my heart becomes a tape,
A Walkman cassette stuck in your love,
Rewinding and forwarding for you,
As you hold me close and sing your song,
The favorite tune that we both adore,
A symphony of passion and deep emotion.
As the melody plays, I feel the emotion,
A tapestry woven by the tape,
Each note a brushstroke on our canvas of adoration,
A masterpiece created by our love,
The rhythm of our lives, the lyrics of our song,
Forever playing, rewinding, and forwarding for you.
With every cycle, I yearn for you,
Like a magnet, I'm drawn to your emotion,
A dance we perform to the beat of our song,
Moving forward and backward, like a tape,
Our love, an endless loop of pleasure and devotion,
A symphony of beauty that we both adore.
In the still of the night, I listen to our song,
Each lyric a testament of our love,
A tapestry woven by our devotion,
In each other's arms, we feel the emotion,
Rewinding and forwarding the tape,
As we revel in the beauty of our connection.
Our love, a masterpiece that we both adore,
Like a Walkman cassette, I'm stuck on your song,
A tape that's constantly rewinding and forwarding for you,
A connection that's built on emotion and devotion,
A dance that we perform to the rhythm of our hearts,
A symphony of passion that plays all night long.
In the depths of my soul, I feel the emotion,
A tapestry woven by our love and devotion,
A melody that we play, rewinding and forwarding for you,
A masterpiece that we both adore, like an old Walkman cassette,
Our love, an endless song that we will always sing,
Forever united in the beauty of our connection.
As the tape keeps playing, our love remains strong,
An unbreakable bond that we both treasure,
Rewinding and forwarding, we continue our song,
And through it all, we face life's every measure.
We dance to the beat of our hearts,
And let our emotions guide us along,
Moving forward and never apart,
Our love, a symphony of sweet song.
Like a Walkman cassette, I'm stuck on you,
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
For in your love, I have found my truth,
And it is where I long to stay.
The tape may wear down with time,
And the song may someday come to an end,
But our love will remain sublime,
A forever, unbroken blend.
So let the music keep playing,
As we continue our dance through life,
With each step, our love is displaying,
A beauty beyond all strife.
And like a tape that's rewinding and forwarding,
We'll keep playing our song,
A melody that keeps us from falling,
A love that forever stays strong.
The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.
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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you
About this poem
This poem is about two people who are deeply in love and connected to each other. The poem uses the metaphor of a Walkman cassette tape to represent their love, which is constantly rewinding and forwarding for the other person. The poem also speaks of the emotions that their love brings and the beauty of their connection. It emphasizes that their love will remain strong no matter what life throws at them, and that they will keep playing their song together.
Written on January 25, 2021
Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on April 21, 2023
Modified on April 21, 2023
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Scheme | ABCDEF FAFBDC CFDAFE DBFFAF EDCFGD FFCHIF DJDJ GDXD CKXK LMLM ININ IDID J X DHC |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 3,137 |
Words | 664 |
Stanzas | 15 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 3 |
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