Trust...

I've tried to scheme,
Devise an impeccable plot,
That'd help you deem,
I'm but who you've thought.

But, that is the hitch,
You've erred in your trace;
I'm at best kitsch,
The museum's not my place.

I'd have liked to endeavor,
Ensure you stay deluded;
Why would I want to sever,
Awe over which I've brooded?

Then, I'd only 've your disgust,
Once the truth you learned;
I'd rather relish your trust,
For it cannot ever be earned.

Trust, always yours to give,
Never the others' to gain;
Recognize your prerogative,
The cloud - not the Earth - can rain.