Fill a chalice with memories— Fill a chalice with the intoxicating memories of love, Fill a chalice with the promises made to return when called.   Embraced by one another under the witness of the moonlight, Fill a chalice with the blissful, heady nights spent together.   On the path of love, in a state of sweet, rapturous madness, Fill a chalice with all the tender words spoken in affection.   We were no poets, yet love turned us into Ghalibs— Fill a chalice with the verses composed in adoration of beauty.   When they arrive, unbidden, to soothe the