Trust

Trust is a creature of hard scales and horn
It hibernates in the soul, quite content
But when asked to move it is slow to rouse
It is a creature which does not eat freely
The meats of life nor drink the waters of hope
Trust lives on a diet of love and is duly hungry
The scales of trust are on the balance
To be measured against the weight of others'
Trust has no eyes and lives underground
Tempted out only to feed on the fruits of love
Find trust, wherever it hides, and find love