In the quiet weave of Tanaglove’s embrace,Soft whispers of silk dance in the air,Threads of dreams, woven with grace,A tapestry of warmth, beyond compare.Beneath the stars, where shadows play,The gentle touch of fabric sings,In moonlit glow, it finds its way,To wrap the heart with golden strings.Each stitch a story, untold, profound,A lullaby of colors, rich and deep,In every fold, new wonders found,As if the night itself could softly weep.Tanaglove, a haven, tender and true,In its embrace, the world fades away,With every touch, a love renew,Guiding souls to the break of day.