In the Palace hall of grand debate,

A gesture fine, but quite ornate,

A glass of wine, a sip so pure,

To show a bond that’s deep and sure.

“Here, dear First Lady, take a taste,”

With gallant flair and solemn haste,

The Senate’s head, with wine in hand,

Proclaimed a bond across the land.

She sipped, she smiled, returned the glass,

A symbol strong of power’s class.

Eastern rites, with honor steeped,

And intimacies subtly peeped.

In ancient courts, they’d toast the king,

A pledge of life and everything.

At weddings too, the lovers drink,

From shared cups, their hearts in sync.

Even Jesus let His Disciples drink from His cup,

So let no one bring intrigue to make up.