In the stillness of her solitary room,
Where words on paper softly bloomed,
She found a friend in silent letters,
In ink and quill, her soul unfettered.

Through verses deep and thoughts profound,
A friendship in the quiet found,
With every line and heartfelt phrase,
A bond that time could never erase.

Her words, a gentle hand extended,
To friends unseen but comprehended,
Each poem a whisper, a tender touch,
In solitude, she shared so much.

The world outside may never see,
The depth of her sincerity,
But in her lines, her heart revealed,
A friendship pure and unconcealed.