She was given a cup,
A substance she drank deeply of
A chalice carved of hope,
Filled to the brim with love.
She was asked to dance,
Her partner, ever charming,
A fellow called Romance.
She twirled around the room,
In perfect harmony with the band.
They made such a shining pair,
Her heart was in his hands.
Before their song had ended,
He left her alone on the floor.
A beautifully tragic picture she made,
As she watched him walk out the door.
A Cinderella without a prince,
She returned to her place beside the wall.
Everything had been so perfect
That she wondered had it happened at all.
She was given a cup
Oh, how that liquid gleamed!
She refused to quench her thirst
From a goblet of broken dreams.