In the depths of night, love calls,
Whispering secrets, gentle and sweet,
Yet shadows of doubt cast pall,
Where hearts in pain and trust meet.

The echoes of promises made,
Linger in the corridors of time,
Each word a double-edged blade,
Slicing through love’s tender rhyme.

Trust, a fragile, delicate thread,
Woven with care, yet frayed with fear,
Pain, a companion, silently fed,
By the tears of a heart sincere.

But in the storm of love’s embrace,
Hope rises, glowing with might,
For in the dance of pain and grace,
Trust finds its way through the night.