In the quiet shadows where whispers fade,
Lies a bond unspoken, never to parade.
Between ink and paper, secrets reside,
In the heart’s chamber, where feelings confide.

Sue, the muse of verses yet to unfold,
A friendship woven in threads of gold.
Silent glances across time’s gentle stream,
In every pause, a shared, unspoken dream.

Words linger softly, like morning dew,
Capturing moments only they knew.
In solitude, her pen dances with grace,
Painting emotions time cannot erase.

Emily’s heart, a garden of rhymes,
Beckoning Sue across distant climes.
A love unspoken, yet deeply profound,
In every line, her essence is found.