The passage describes how the narrator might have experienced many different things each day, such as eating different foods, wearing different clothes, speaking in different dialects, and more. However, the narrator declares that despite all these possible daily differences, they have loved only one woman with all their heart. This one woman is the essence that will continue to linger around the narrator's soul even after death.

1. 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,

2. 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 .