In the quiet of her room, she penned,
Words of love that never end,
With every stroke and every line,
A heart so pure and so divine.
Her love was not of fleeting kind,
But deep and true within her mind,
She found a world in every phrase,
A timeless love that never fades.
Through letters sent but never read,
Her love for him was never dead,
In solitude, her heart did swell,
A secret love, sheâd never tell.
Emily’s heart, a vast expanse,
In every word, a loving dance,
Her love, a beacon in the night,
A guiding star, so pure, so bright.