In the quiet corners of her heart,
Where words dance like fragile butterflies,
Emily weaves love’s delicate art,
A tapestry of whispered sighs.

Her verses speak of tender grace,
In solitude, her heart does dwell,
A universe in a single embrace,
Where love’s essence softly swells.

Through windows of her secluded room,
She gazes at the world unseen,
In her soul, a garden in bloom,
Where love’s quiet strength is keen.

Oh, Emily, with words so bright,
You capture love’s elusive flight,
In shadows deep and morning light,
Your love, eternal, takes its flight.