Rosemary, the rose of light
• Written by user395468556
To me, Rosemary was the rose of light,
A name that bloomed whenever she came in sight.
There was warmth in her smile, a softness in her way,
An elegance, like dawn waking the day.
A touch of everyday grace where sweet colors blend
Pure beauty shining from beginning to end.
Her laughter carried something sweet and sincere
A sound that made an ordinary moment feel dear.
turning seconds into gold, cutting through the gray,
I found grace that words could barely say.
Just the little things I noticed as the days went by,
Like a melody that lingers underneath the sky.
Rose of Light, a name so well designed,
A radiance that lingers in my mind.
No fantasy, not trying to fly higher,
Just real qualities, the ones that I admire.
Her warmth, her grace, her glow,
little things that inspired, things that started to grow.
Maybe it was the warmth, maybe it was the glow,
Maybe it was something I simply came to know.
Simply came to know…
Yeah. The Rose of Light.
She’s Just grace.
Let it fade out. I meant let it fade off my mind
