In the quiet corners of Amherst town,
Where whispers dance in fields of green,
Two souls intertwined, profoundly bound,
By verses written, yet unseen.

Emily’s quill on parchment glides,
Her heart a vessel of untold dreams,
With Sue, her muse, by her side,
Their friendship deep as flowing streams.

Letters inked with silent cries,
A secret garden they both tend,
In shadows, where true love lies,
Their spirits in the night transcend.

Though worlds apart, their hearts align,
In every stanza, Sue’s essence gleams,
A bond eternal, so divine,
Forever woven in poetic dreams.