My Chalice

~~My chalice does overflow to its golden brim
Too heavy to hold, the volume cascades the sunlit rim

It's adundant with spectacular vision and life
My chalice, oh my, it holds indulgence, so rife

If the contents grow cold and provide no pleaseure
I refill my chalice to heighten my world and its treasure

I shall never feel tragedy nor solace or despair
My chalice is to full, my soul alight, no incredible care

My golden goblet is my reliable core
My chalice provides my desire for life and so much more