Like a pair of invisible silken gloves
that fits snugly, keeps your heart toasty warm
during the winter and cool during the summer days.
Light as a feather, it caresses your skin
without seeming to and yet
you could feel their presence.
That is how I feel about him....
everyday is a new day to wear that silken gloves
even when he is not physically there...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem