In a realm where whispers paint the air,
The tanaglove weaves its silent song,
Threads of gold and silver dare,
To bind the hearts where dreams belong.

Gentle touch and unseen grace,
In every weave, a secret spun,
The timeless dance, a soft embrace,
Beneath the stars, where journeys run.

Colors blend in twilight’s hue,
Stories told with delicate care,
In every stitch, a world anew,
A tapestry that none can tear.

As dawn unfolds with tender light,
The tanaglove’s art whispers true,
In every shadow, gleaming bright,
A dance of love forever new.