Sew my “I” into “you” and entwine us in a beautiful gift. Sum up your life, for my longing is an incomplete equation. Walk with sweetness across the bridge of exchanged words, veiled confessions, whispers, and the serendipities that adorn our path toward the dreams we hold.

Let poetry welcome you into my sky and clothe the sun when sadness softly draws near. Feel the scent of my clothes to know they are yours; trace a smile upon your lips to lift a heavy heart and let it rest beside mine.

Walk and profess charm, sweetness—but do not fear a misstep, for fear is only love trembling in this crazy world. And if fear prays for plague, I will offer a prayer: for love, and that our kisses may always find their way back to us. Because in your arms, I am Love, and there, I no longer need sleep to dream.

Sew the fragments of your soul with the scented threads of days offered to us. Bind them with your faith, hope, and will—the luminous pieces reflecting your own steps. And wait. The embroidery will take shape in blessings, in the spools of life, in its colors.

And still, continue to be who you are; whether you grow old or lose your way, whether you change, you will bloom, triumph, be reborn, live—even if something is missing.

Sew your steps into mine, for you are always welcome; you are sunflower, seed, and fruit. Gray cloud or rising sun—it matters not. Because I love you, and I will be by your side forever. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer