In the quiet halls where shadows speak,
Lies a tale of whispers, soft and meek.
Amidst the pages, inked with care,
Two souls entwined in thoughts laid bare.

Beneath the elm, where secrets bloom,
Emily’s pen finds solace in gloom.
Her words, a dance, in silent grace,
While Sue’s presence fills the space.

In letters worn with time’s embrace,
A bond unbroken, a gentle trace.
Through seasons passed, and years unknown,
Their friendship blooms, a seed well-sown.

In Amherst’s fields, where echoes stay,
Their spirits wander, night and day.
A tale of love, of dreams, of art,
In whispered tones, they never part.