In the light of trust, where hearts should bloom,
Whispers of deceit cast a shadowed gloom.
Promises made on fragile ground,
Truths once clear now lost, unfound.

Eyes that once sparkled with honest light,
Now dimmed by secrets kept out of sight.
Words spoken with a forked tongue,
Leaving wounds that never sung.

In the garden of love, lies take root,
Choking the blossoms, bearing no fruit.
Hearts grow weary, trust decays,
Beneath the weight of falsity’s haze.

Yet hope lingers in the darkest night,
That truth will rise, restoring light.
For love that’s true endures the test,
And in honesty, finds its rest.