In the quiet whispers of the night,
Trust stands as a gentle light,
A beacon in the darkest hour,
Binding hearts with its tender power.

Through storms that test the strongest ties,
It holds firm, never compromised,
A silent promise, deeply sown,
In every word and deed it’s shown.

Like roots that anchor mighty trees,
Trust grows with every gentle breeze,
Unseen, yet felt in every glance,
A dance of faith, a hopeful chance.

Together, hand in hand we stride,
With trust our constant, faithful guide,
In love’s embrace, we find our way,
Trust in each other, come what may.