Not with forced foothold, but with siding-over, scale-tipping, beautiful bonding bars. Choice wine — paper-cupped, is but soiled splendor. For where grateful goblet meets gemmed juice, there handed-honour holds, while life-poured-out honour fills. Softly shouldering down over tongue and cheek, the choicest of chalice — mindfully palming nearer, measuring out each savour in sipped succession. Cherished, as love always is — by those who see it.