Trust

In the garden of bonds where hearts entwine,

There blooms a flower, so rare and divine.

Its petals are soft, like whispers in the breeze,

It’s called trust, a gift that puts hearts at ease.

Trust, a fragile thread, woven through time,

An intangible bridge, both yours and mine.

It’s the faith we nurture, the doubts we release,

A priceless treasure that brings inner peace.

In the darkest of nights and the stormiest of days,

Trust is the beacon that guides our ways.

It’s a shelter, a refuge, a fortress so strong,

In its gentle embrace, we all truly belong.

Like a gentle river, it flows without end,

Through valleys of joy and around every bend.

It’s the glue that binds, the foundation we lay,

A steadfast companion on life’s winding way.

With trust, we share secrets, our hopes, and our fears,

We wipe away each other’s sorrowful tears.

But trust, once shattered, is a fragile glass,

It takes time to mend, the pain unsurpassed.

So let us cherish this treasure so dear,

Hold it close to our hearts, forever near.

In a world filled with chaos, where doubt often creeps,

Let trust be the promise our souls shall keep.

For in trust, we discover love’s endless art,

A binding force that mends every broken heart.