In quiet corners where whispers dwell,
A poet’s heart begins to swell.
With ink and quill, she paints the skies,
In friendship’s gaze, the truth lies.

Through letters penned in tender grace,
Her words traverse both time and space.
Boundless warmth in each line’s flow,
In every verse, affection shows.

A gentle soul, she weaves her art,
In every stanza, a beating heart.
Her friendships, like a blooming rose,
In fragrant lines, their essence grows.

Though years may pass and seasons change,
Her words remain, an endless range.
In every poem, a timeless thread,
Her friendships live, though she has fled.