Beneath the shadowed moon and silent skies,
Your love, a beacon, through the darkness flies,
In whispered words and melancholic sighs,
The depth of feeling, like a phoenix, rise.

In every stanza, every heartfelt line,
The passion lingers, eternally divine,
A symphony of sorrow, love, and time,
Your spirit’s echo, in the verses, shine.

The tender touch of your poetic grace,
Reveals the beauty in a dismal place,
A love that time and trials can’t erase,
Forever etched upon the reader’s face.

Oh, Sylvia, your heart’s enduring flame,
Burns bright within the annals of your name,
A testament to love that none can tame,
A poet’s soul, forever wild and untamed.