A Cup For Us

Lightning and rock crafted the perfect cup, the small spark ignited the exterior, cooled quickly after their touch heated-up, left a nice smooth feel; quite superior. It endured much use and belligerence; lasted through hardships, distance, and neglect. Love's dance of fire and stone: no difference to the vessel shared between two unchecked. A small wistful smile, a long drawn-out sigh, a gaze at the surface staring right back, a memory of a love sans goodbye, a glass once perfect sitting with a crack. Cups can chip in intense situations, like true love they need strong foundations.