In the quiet moments shared between us,
Trust blooms like a delicate flower,
Each petal a promise, tender and just,
Guarded from life’s relentless shower.

Whispered secrets weave a bond so tight,
In the tapestry of what we hold dear,
Trust is the beacon, a guiding light,
Dispelling shadows of doubt and fear.

Yet, trust is a fragile, shimmering thread,
Woven with care, yet easily torn,
A misstep, a word, and it could be shed,
Leaving hearts shattered and worn.

So let us cherish this gift we hold,
Nurture it with kindness and grace,
For in a world both bitter and cold,
Trust is the warmth in love’s embrace.