In quiet rooms where thoughts entwine,
A friendship blooms, so pure, divine.
With pen in hand, she writes her song,
To friendships deep, where hearts belong.

Through silent nights and whispered dreams,
Her words, like rivers, gentle streams.
They flow with grace, they touch the soul,
In every line, we become whole.

Though time may pass and seasons change,
Her friendship’s light will never wane.
In letters penned with tender care,
Her spirit’s warmth is always there.

So let us cherish, hold it dear,
The bond of hearts that persevere.
For in her lines, we find our peace,
A friendship’s love that will not cease.