Poem fractal

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0.072 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.

One Touch From You

by Richard

0.7443 + 0.0565i

Drawing the boundary…

Another Dark Lady

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

0.7117 + 0.1207i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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One Touch From You

by Richard

My darling, my love, my friend forever true,
The years have flown, but my heart still yearns for you.
Your touch still sets my soul aflame,
A passion that will never wane.

In the stillness of the night, skin upon skin,
Your caresses fill me with a joy deep within.
Our bodies entwined, heartbeats as one,
This intimate moment, as bright as the sun.

Gentle fingers tracing every curve,
Your touch sparks fire in every nerve.
You are my one, my only, my everything,
One touch from you makes my heart sing.

Remember when our love did first arrive?
Your gentle hands, they made me feel alive.
So many years later, our love remains aglow,
We never forgot to let our feelings show.

You are my one and only, my heart forever true,
Your touch, a bond, unbreakable, our love will see us through.
So keep touching me, my darling, my love, my everything,
Your soft and gentle caresses, sweet joys to me they bring.

One touch from you makes the universe sing.

My darling, my love, my friend forever true,
You are my one, my only, my everything,
I'm so in love with you.
I'm so in love with you.

Another Dark Lady

by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Think not, because I wonder where you fled,
That I would lift a pin to see you there;
You may, for me, be prowling anywhere,
So long as you show not your little head:
No dark and evil story of the dead
Would leave you less pernicious or less fair—
Not even Lilith, with her famous hair;
And Lilith was the devil, I have read.

I cannot hate you, for I loved you then.
The woods were golden then. There was a road
Through beeches; and I said their smooth feet showed
Like yours. Truth must have heard me from afar,
For I shall never have to learn again
That yours are cloven as no beech's are.

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