In quiet rooms where whispers dwell,
A gentle bond, a tale to tell.
Through letters sent, affection’s bloom,
Between the lines, a fragrant plume.

Emily’s words, a silent stream,
Flowing softly, like a dream.
To Sue, her muse, in tender grace,
A world of thoughts, a sacred space.

The garden blooms with secret lore,
In every petal, love implores.
A friendship carved in gentle prose,
Where every letter, a rose bestows.

Though time may pass and moments flee,
The bond remains, eternally.
In written words, their souls align,
A timeless dance, their hearts entwine.