In the quiet chambers of her heart,
Where shadows dance with whispered grace,
Sylviaâs love, a fragile art,
Paints the night with a tender embrace.
Amidst the echoes of her dreams,
A gentle longing softly weaves,
Through silken threads of moonlit beams,
Her love, a tapestry that grieves.
Yet in the silence, hope remains,
A flickering light against the dark,
Sylviaâs love, unbroken chains,
Ignites the soul, a steadfast spark.
In every verse, in every line,
Her love, a symphony untold,
Echoes through time, a song divine,
In Sylvia’s heart, love’s warmth unfolds.