In quiet rooms where whispers dwell,
The echoes of her gentle heart swell.
With words unspoken, yet profound,
Her friendship in silence was found.
Through letters penned in careful grace,
She wove a bond that time can’t erase.
In solitude, her warmth would bloom,
A light that brightened every room.
Her friendship like a soft refrain,
A melody in the gentle rain.
With every verse, a tender thread,
Unseen, yet never truly dead.
In Emily’s world of quiet dreams,
Her friendship flowed like gentle streams.
A timeless gift, so pure and rare,
In every heart, she’s always there.