In whispered tones of tender grace,
Her words like petals softly fall,
A love that time cannot erase,
In every verse she stands tall.
Through sonnets carved with gentle might,
Her heart’s embrace, a beacon bright,
With every line, her soul takes flight,
A journey through the endless night.
She weaves her dreams in woven lines,
A tapestry of love’s embrace,
In every word, the heart aligns,
A timeless dance in sacred space.
Her love, a flame that never dies,
Forever burning in the skies,
Elizabeth’s voice, a gentle rise,
In every heart, her echo lies.