In quiet rooms where shadows play,
Her words of love dance and sway,
A heart that beats with gentle grace,
In verses soft, her love we trace.
Through pages worn and time so vast,
Her whispers of love forever last,
A soul that yearned, yet stood apart,
Emily’s love, a tender art.
She loved in secret, deep and pure,
With every line, her love ensured,
A poet’s heart, so wide and free,
In every poem, love’s decree.
Her love, a mystery, softly told,
In every word, a heart of gold,
Emily Dickinson, a love so bright,
In her poetry, eternal light.