Trust takes Years to earn, seconds to burn.

In the garden of connection, where hearts align,

Lies the fragile bloom of trust, so divine.

It's a whispered promise, a silent pact,

A bond that's built on faith, intact.

Like a delicate thread woven through time,

Trust binds souls, a rhythm sublime.

It's a shelter in storms, a steadfast guide,

A beacon of strength, standing by our side.

Yet trust is a fragile, precious thing,

A butterfly's wing, ready to take wing.

Nurtured with honesty, watered with care,

It flourishes when both hearts dare.

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