In the quiet corners of a poetâs mind,
Two souls entwined in verses, deep and kind.
Ted’s words, a tempest, fierce and bold,
Sylvia’s whispers, tender secrets told.
Through stormy nights and sunlit days,
Their love was a dance in poetic ways.
Shadows cast long, hearts entwined,
A symphony of thoughts, forever aligned.
Yet in the silence of a winter’s chill,
Echoes of sorrow, a void to fill.
Sylvia’s cries, a haunting plea,
Ted’s embrace, a broken decree.
The ink has dried but memories remain,
In every line, in every refrain.
A legacy of love and poetic strife,
Ted and Sylvia, forever life.