In the gentle cradle of the morning light,
Where shadows dance and dreams alight,
Lies the fragile bond that hearts entwine,
A whispered promise, strong yet kind.

Through whispered winds and silent streams,
Trust weaves through our tender dreams,
A beacon shining in the deepest night,
A guiding star, a steadfast light.

In moments fragile as the morning dew,
We find our strength in what is true,
Where hearts, once wary, find their grace,
In the quiet trust that time can’t erase.

With every step, in faith we tread,
A journey where our souls are led,
For trust, a melody soft and pure,
Holds the keys to love’s secure.