In the silent whispers of the night,
Trust is a fragile bridge we build,
With every word, with every sight,
A promise in the heart instilled.

It starts with a gentle, tender touch,
A look that speaks of unspoken vows,
In a world where we often clutch,
The hope that trust allows.

Through storms and winds it often sways,
Tested by the trials of time,
Yet in the light of honest days,
It stands strong, pure, and sublime.

For trust is not just given, but earned,
A treasure in the soul’s deep chest,
In love and friendship deeply burned,
The foundation of the very best.