In the gentle weave of whispered truth,
Where honesty dances in the light,
A bridge of trust spans the heart’s deep well,
A fragile path in the silent night.

Each word a stone, each promise a beam,
Crafted with care in the soul’s own forge,
Yet storms of doubt test its sacred strength,
As shadows of fear and secrets surge.

But in the eyes where sincerity gleams,
Lies a beacon that guides through the dark,
A bond unshaken by time’s cruel hands,
A sacred fire, an eternal spark.

So tread with grace on this tender span,
Let honesty be the guiding star,
For trust once broken is hard to mend,
Yet in its glow, true hearts travel far.