In the quiet whispers of the night,
When shadows dance and stars ignite,
Trust becomes our guiding light,
Binding hearts with threads so tight.

Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
Trust stands firm, a steadfast vow,
It bridges gaps, it calms the row,
In its embrace, we find our now.

With every promise softly spoken,
And every cherished token,
Trust remains unbroken,
A melody that’s never broken.

So let us weave this sacred thread,
Through every moment, words unsaid,
In trust, our spirits are fed,
In its warmth, our fears are shed.