Poem fractal

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0.067 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

My Love for You

by Richard

0.5786 − 0.0741i

Drawing the boundary…

Pensionnaires

by Paul Verlaine

0.5122 − 0.0787i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

My Love for You

by Richard

The moment I first laid eyes on you
My world was changed, my heart renewed
A love so pure, so true, so real
That in your arms, I finally feel

My heart beats only for you, my love,
A love that shines brighter than the stars above.
Through the darkness and the light, you are my guiding light,
The one who holds my soul and sets it free.

For without you, I am lost, adrift in space,
Longing for the comfort of your embrace.
But with you by my side, I know I'll find
The joy and peace that only you can bring.

When the world feels cold and cruel, 
You warm me with your touch so gentle and so true.
Your smile, your voice, your very being,
Are all that I ever need.

So let me hold you close, my darling, my dear,
And whisper words of love into your ear.
For you are my everything, my beginning and my end,
My one true love, my heart's dearest friend.

The moment I first laid eyes on you
My world was changed, my heart renewed
A love so pure, so true, so real
That in your arms, I finally feel

Pensionnaires

by Paul Verlaine

L'une avait quinze ans, l'autre en avait seize;
Toutes deux dormaient dans la même chambre
C'était par un soir très lourd de septembre:
Frêles, des yeux bleus, des rougeurs de fraise,

Chacune a quitté, pour se mettre à l'aise,
La fine chemise au frais parfum d'ambre.
La plus jeune étend les bras, et se cambre,
Et sa sœur, les mains sur ses seins, la baise.

Puis tombe à genoux, puis devient farouche
Et tumultueuse et folle et sa bouche
Plonge sous l'or blond, dans les ombres grises;

Et l'enfant, pendant ce temps-là, recense
Sur ses doigts mignons des valses promises,
Et, rose, sourit avec innocence.

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