In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance and moonlight gleams,
Lies a delicate bridge of trust,
Woven with dreams and silent promises.

Each word, a thread spun with care,
Each touch, a stitch in love’s fine tapestry,
We build our world, a fortress of faith,
With hearts laid bare, hoping eternally.

Trust, a tender vine that climbs,
Through storms and sunshine, it endures,
Its roots dig deep in the soil of our souls,
Nurtured by honesty, it blossoms pure.

And though the winds of doubt may blow,
And shadows may obscure our sight,
Together we stand, hand in hand,
Trusting in love’s enduring light.