Truth

In the realm of bonds, both fragile and strong,
There lies a treasure, transcending all wrong.
A virtue so pure, an ethereal art,
A beacon of hope, it's trust in the heart.

Like fragile petals, delicate and fair,
Trust blooms in souls, a flower rare.
It sprouts in whispers, in deeds untold,
A silent language, more precious than gold.

In the depths of darkness, it casts its light,
Dispelling doubts, igniting insight.
It builds bridges, spanning the divide,
Connecting spirits, side by side.

Trust is a dance, a graceful embrace,
A leap of faith, in the unknown's embrace.
It's a lighthouse in storms, a compass true,
Guiding lost souls to skies of azure blue.

With whispered secrets and stories shared,
Trust intertwines, souls deeply bared.
It paints colors on life's canvas vast,
Creating harmony that eternally lasts

But trust is fragile, a delicate thread,
Once broken, it withers, leaves us misled.
A single betrayal can shatter its grace,
Leaving scars upon the once innocent face.

Yet in forgiveness, trust can revive,
Like a phoenix reborn, it learns to thrive.
It grows resilient, its roots reaching deep,
A tapestry of scars, a story to keep.

So cherish the gift, this gem so rare,
Handle with care, this tender affair.
Nurture its flame, let it brightly burn,
For in trust's embrace, true hearts will learn.

For trust is the glue that binds us together,
Through stormy weather, it remains unweathered.
In its tender embrace, souls find solace,
A sanctuary of love, an eternal promise.

So let us build bridges, not walls of despair,
Embrace one another, in trust we shall share.
For in this fragile thread, a world is sewn,
Where trust, like love, shall forever be known.