In the stillness of a shadowed room,
Love whispers softly, a gentle tune.
Sylvia’s words like morning dew,
Capture hearts, both old and new.

Her pen, a vessel of fiery grace,
Paints emotions in a delicate space.
Through the veil of her tender scars,
Love emerges, like shimmering stars.

In the echoes of her soulful cries,
Love remains, where sorrow lies.
Each verse a dance of light and dark,
An eternal flame, a lasting spark.

So let her words embrace your heart,
In love’s gentle, haunting art.
For Sylvia’s love, though fraught with pain,
Forever sings in the softest rain.