In the shadows of the night, where whispers softly play,
There lies a tale of love and pain, of a bond that could not sway.
Ted’s words, a storm, fierce and wild, met Sylvia’s tender flame,
Together they danced, in a world of words, never quite the same.

Underneath the moonlit sky, where secrets find their home,
They painted dreams with broken hearts, in verses left unknown.
Sylvia’s voice, a haunting song, sang of sorrow and despair,
While Ted, the tempest, roared on strong, a love too much to bear.

The winds of fate did tear them apart, yet memories linger still,
In poems etched with passion’s hand, where time cannot fulfill.
A legacy of love and loss, in pages worn and old,
Their spirits dance in every line, a story to be told.

So we remember, through the years, their tragic, timeless art,
Two souls entwined in poetry, forever heart to heart.
Ted and Sylvia, names enshrined, in literary lore,
A testament to love and pain, their echoes evermore.