The cup..

I watched carefully as the cup..
was slowly to its brim filled up..
I saw the ale overflow..
To the red carpet below..

The scepter in my hand I held..
Triumph! the cat had been belled..
Magic I did then behold..
I watched your eyes slowly close..

Your lips quivered and I did smile...
The ale flowed right down the aisle
And yet the cup, untouched was left..
Of its completeness .. still bereft...

- Evangeline