Back When Ted Loved Sylvia

They both wrote poetry In fact, that was how they met He was a Yorkshire man in Cambridge She was from Ma*sachusetts 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 The tempests that were howling And tearing them apart Were forces that had been in place To wreck them from the start So she stayed home with the kids Collecting poems in a jar He had his lectures and soon a mistress And left her all alone Why did she end it all? Was he just to blame? There's only two that know for sure And neither one remain I don't need an answer I prefer to read between the lines Back when Ted loved Sylvia Back when Ted loved Sylvia