In the whispering winds of poetic grace,
Two souls entwined in a dance of shadows,
Their words a symphony of love and despair,
Painting the skies with dreams and sorrows.

Sylvia’s voice, a haunting melody,
Echoes through corridors of time,
Her verses a window to fragile strength,
A beacon in the tempest’s chime.

Ted, the hawk in the stormy skies,
His words a tapestry of nature’s might,
In the wild embrace of earth and air,
He found his muse in darkness and light.

Together they forged an immortal bond,
A saga of passion, pain, and art,
Their legacy etched in the stars above,
Forever united, though worlds apart.