In the quiet whispers of a shared dream,
Two souls danced in poetic light,
Bound by words, both tender and fierce,
Crafting worlds in the deep of night.
Sylvia, with her pen of fire,
Wove tales of sorrow and of grace,
While Ted, with his earthy quill,
Sculpted nature’s raw embrace.
Together they soared, yet shadows loomed,
In the echoes of their creative strife,
A tapestry of love and pain,
Woven through the fabric of life.
Their verses linger in the air,
A testament to passion’s flame,
Two poets bound forevermore,
In the annals of literary fame.