In the garden where silence breathes,
Emilyâs heart softly weaves,
Threads of longing, unseen, untold,
In solitude, her love unfolds.
A gentle breeze stirs the air,
Carrying whispers of love’s despair,
Hidden letters, a secret embrace,
In shadows, she finds her place.
Her words dance like fireflies,
In the night, they softly rise,
Capturing moments, fleeting and rare,
A love profound, beyond compare.
In her quiet world, she dreams,
Of love that flows like gentle streams,
A passion deep, forever true,
In every verse, her heart renews.