Stitched Hearts

Two small words: “theater nerd”,

Spark lit fast, flame was stirred.

One thread pulled, our faiths align,

Silence broken, your heart met mine.

At dawn I speak, your weight is light,

Torchy’s touch makes dark feel bright.

We laugh in threads, the sound is near,

A bond that grows, both hold it dear.

Your humor sparks, I can’t disguise,

A quiet fire burning behind my eyes.

Each pull sears, no spaces to defend,

Two stitched hearts, aching to mend.

Dreams entwine where shadow parts,

Oasis found in our stitched hearts.

Through every thread, our lives extend,

Two stitched hearts the stars commend.

Hands once empty can now intertwine,

Softened paths through love’s design.

In storms we walk, through calm we stay,

Two stitched hearts that light the way.

Through every night, morning’s gleam,

You are my light, my constant dream.

In every stitch, love’s truth is seen,

Forever bright, you, my Sunbeam.

Dreams made real, it’s okay to cry,

Love’s true journey lifts us high.

With every dawn, our souls renew,

Two stitched hearts, forever true.

© Dereck Pritchard, 2025. All Rights Reserved. Okay to share in full with clear credit to the author. Partial excerpts require written permission.