The Fragile Bridge

Trust is a bridge, both strong and frail,

Built on whispers, it weathers the gale.

Each step, a promise, a gentle vow,

A gift unspoken, yet sacred somehow.

It starts as a thread, delicate and thin,

Woven with care, where hearts begin.

A tapestry grows, stitch by stitch,

Binding the souls through poor and rich.

But bridges can falter, crumble, and sway,

When shadows of doubt find their way.

One word of betrayal, a crack appears,

And the bridge may dissolve in a river of tears.

Yet trust can mend, with patience' hand,

Reforged by truth, like grains of sand.

Though fragile it seems, its strength prevails,

When nurtured with love, it never fails.