In crimson depths where light resides,
A gentle strength, no need for pride.
Turned by hand, with time and care,
A pen that mirrors how you bear
 
Your words with grace, your thoughts with ease,
A quiet warmth that’s felt, not seized.
No rush, no boast, just poise and art,
Reflected in a courteous heart.
 
May Scarlet Grace, in moments small,
Be there to answer every call
A faithful guide, both firm and fair,
As timeless as the way you care.
 
— Handmade for Sarah