In the quiet chambers of timeless grace,
Her words dance with a gentle embrace.
Elizabeth, with quill in hand, does weave,
A tapestry of love that hearts believe.
Soft sonnets flow from her tender pen,
Caressing souls with whispers again.
In every line, a vow so deep,
Awakening dreams that never sleep.
Her heart, a beacon in the dark,
Guiding lovers with its radiant spark.
Through her verses, pure and bright,
She paints love’s journey in the night.
Elizabeth’s love, a timeless song,
A melody where all hearts belong.
In her words, eternal and true,
A testament of love’s endless hue.