In the quiet chambers of her heart,
Where shadows dance with the light,
Sylvia’s love whispers through the dark,
A melody of passion, burning bright.
Each word she pens, a tender caress,
A touch of warmth in the coldest night,
Her love, a beacon in the wilderness,
Guiding souls with its radiant light.
Through the tempest of her weary mind,
Love blooms, fragile yet resilient,
A testament to the strength she finds,
In the embrace of moments brilliant.
Sylvia Plath, a soul so profound,
Her love, a legacy timeless and true,
In every verse, her heart resounds,
An eternal dance of me and you.