In the realm where shadows dance and intertwine,
Two poets carved their names in time,
Through words that soared, and hearts that bled,
Echoes of their love and despair were spread.

Sylvia, with her voice, so fierce and bright,
Painted skies in hues of dark and light,
Her dreams, a symphony of sorrow and grace,
In Ted’s arms, she found a fleeting embrace.

Ted, a guardian of nature’s wild calls,
Wove verses that echoed through ancient halls,
His spirit roamed where the wild things reign,
But in love, he found both joy and pain.

Together they danced on a precarious line,
Between creation’s rapture and despair’s fine wine,
Their legacy, a tapestry of love and strife,
Forever bound in the poetry of life.