In the shadow of your words, I find despair,
Echoes of love and pain, a fragile pair,
The ink of sorrow stains the pages bare,
Entwined in darkness, a poetic snare.

Beneath the weight of silence, hearts do bleed,
In letters wrapped in grief, a mournful creed,
The ghost of passion, in each line we read,
Two souls entwined, yet in their pain, freed.

Through storms of verse, their spirits intertwine,
A legacy of love, with sorrow’s sign,
The muse of madness, in each tortured line,
A tale of heartbreak, forever enshrined.

In every word, the echoes of their plight,
A dance of shadows, in the dead of night,
The tragic beauty, in their fleeting light,
Bound by the darkness, yet in it, they write.