In the quiet realm where fingers meet,
A glove whispers tales of warmth and grace,
Each seam a stitch in silent retreat,
Cradling hands in a gentle embrace.

Crafted with care, a guardian so slight,
Veiling the touch that yearns to explore,
In shadows it dwells, in soft twilight,
A partner unseen, forevermore.

Through seasons’ change, it weathers the storm,
A steadfast ally through rain and sun,
In quiet solace, where dreams transform,
The journey of two becomes as one.

Yet in its fibers, a world concealed,
A tapestry of stories untold,
Bound by the threads of the soul revealed,
In the dance of glove and hand, behold.