In the hush of Amherst’s quiet lanes,
Where shadows dance with whispered pain,
Emily’s words to Sue unfold,
A love that time can never hold.

Between the lines of poems and prose,
A secret garden, their hearts expose,
In letters veiled, emotions deep,
A friendship’s vow, a promise to keep.

Through seasons’ change and years’ refrain,
Their bond endures, defying strain,
A muse, a confidante, a soul so near,
In every verse, Sue’s essence clear.

Emily’s quill, with passion burned,
To Sue, her thoughts eternally turned,
In every stroke, a love so pure,
A timeless tale, forever sure.