In the quiet of her garden, whispers of her soul,
Emily’s tender words would softly unroll.
Friends in letters, unseen yet true,
Her pen linked hearts, like morning dew.

The distance of miles could not part,
The gentle touch of Emily’s heart.
In every verse, a friend would find,
A solace pure, in words so kind.

Her friendship bloomed in written lines,
A tapestry of thoughts, so finely entwined.
Though paths never met in the light of the day,
Her spirit lingered, not far away.

Through storms and sun, her bonds remained,
In every note, her essence contained.
Emily’s friendship, a timeless art,
Etched in the pages, of every heart.