In the gentle whispers of the night,
Trust blooms like a morning light,
A bridge unseen, yet strong and pure,
A bond that time cannot obscure.

Through storms and trials we may face,
Trust remains an anchor’s grace,
In eyes that meet without a word,
In promises that are truly heard.

A fragile thread, yet woven tight,
It guides us through the darkest night,
A silent vow, a sacred pact,
A truth that none can retract.

So let us nurture this gentle flame,
For trust is not a fleeting name,
It’s the foundation of love’s embrace,
A timeless gift, a boundless space.