They both wrote poetry
In fact, that was how they met
He was a Yorkshire man in Cambridge
She was from Massachusetts
They spoke and they fell in love
They kissed and picked daffodils
She came across the ocean
Just to bid her heart goodbye
The hawk next to his goddess
They were glorious to see
Back when Ted loved Sylvia
Close friends disapproved
Said they ought to wait
They did not care with all that said
And married nonetheless
They traveled and they taught
A life of academia
Typewriters and cocktails
Angry verses and sad pleas
Dutiful wife and mother
The poet behind her man
Back when Ted loved Sylvia
In fact, that was how they met
He was a Yorkshire man in Cambridge
She was from Massachusetts
They spoke and they fell in love
They kissed and picked daffodils
She came across the ocean
Just to bid her heart goodbye
The hawk next to his goddess
They were glorious to see
Back when Ted loved Sylvia
Close friends disapproved
Said they ought to wait
They did not care with all that said
And married nonetheless
They traveled and they taught
A life of academia
Typewriters and cocktails
Angry verses and sad pleas
Dutiful wife and mother
The poet behind her man
Back when Ted loved Sylvia
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