Trust

In an ethereal realm where shadows dwell   

Where hearts and souls their stories tell, 

There exists a gem, so rare and divine, 

A fragile treasure we call trust, enshrined. 

O, trust, thou art the whispered sigh 

That pierces through deceit's murky sky, 

Thou transcendental orb, elusive and scarce, 

Yet in thy presence, souls forever dance. 

Like the diamond's gleam in midnight fold, 

Trust doth shimmer, captivating, bold, 

Embracing hearts with a resolute embrace, 

Igniting hope with its celestial grace. 

Through Stygian valleys, it endures the test, 

A beacon true, a sanctuary blessed, 

For the trust, once shattered, wounds the soul, 

Leaves not but fragments, shattered whole. 

But when thy radiance finds its home, 

Within hearts open, never to roam, 

A symphony divine begins to play, 

In harmonies pure, doubts allay. 

Unfathomable, this treasure so dear, 

That binds the bonds, dispels all fear, 

It kindles flames, from ashes reborn, 

An elixir potent, a love adorn. 

And to the frostiest souls, it extends its hand, 

Melting barriers, as only trust can, 

Transcending all trammels, it takes flight, 

Illuminating even the coldest night. 

So marvel, mortal, at this grand array, 

The rarest of gems that grace our stay, 

Trust, profound in brilliance's sweet embrace, 

Revealing depths no words can trace.