In the silence of a moonlit night,
Our hearts once whispered, soft and bright.
Love, a flame that danced in our eyes,
Now flickers with the weight of lies.

Through the corridors of trust we tread,
Each step a memory, words unsaid.
Pain and joy, a tangled thread,
Binding us, though tears we shed.

Yet in the shadows, hope remains,
A beacon through our shared pains.
For trust, though broken, can mend,
And love, once true, can transcend.

So let us forge this path anew,
With hearts sincere, and spirits true.
For in the labyrinth of love and trust,
We find ourselves, as we must.