Two cups
Of teardrops
To the brim
Were set beneath the sun;
And as the day
Passed on in love,
A marriage had begun
But when these cups grew empty,
For old tears bejewel the sky,
Two loving hands
Took up a toast
And passed the evening by
New tears were shed,
The cups refreshed,
And they were
Set in place,
As truth infused the dregs of love
And love was face-to-face.