TW: trust issues, emotional pain
(Trust, my dear reader, is a delicate treasure. My mother would often say, "La banca della fiducia è senza fondo, ma quando chiude il conto è chiuso per sempre," meaning, "The bank of trust is limitless, but once it closes, it closes forever." This wisdom rings true, reminding us to entrust our faith only to those who will cradle it with care.)
In the quiet depths where trust is sown,
A fragile seed in a heart unknown,
I guard my feelings, wary and wise,
For trust is earned beneath wary skies.
Through trials and doubts, I tread with care,
In a world where deceit is ever there,
But amidst the shadows, you appeared,
With words and deeds that persevered.
Slowly, cautiously, I let you in,
Bridging the distance, letting trust begin,
Each promise kept, each truth revealed,
A fragile bond in a world concealed.
Yet here we stand, with trust confessed,
A fragile thread put to the test,
I've opened up, against my fear,
Hoping you'll hold what I hold dear.
So when I say, "I trust in you,"
It's not a gift I lightly strew,
But a plea to honor, to protect,
The fragile trust we both connect.
For in this world of doubts and lies,
Your actions speak, they emphasize,
That when I take this leap of faith,
It's not in vain, not a wraith.
So please, dear friend, if I trust you true,
Hold my trust as I hold you,
For if you break this fragile thread,
Regret and sorrow will be widespread.
Let honesty and kindness reign,
In every word, in every vein,
For when I say, "I trust you so,"
Let it be a bond that continues to grow.
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