If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add your milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste, that is tea If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add your milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste, that is tea But if I measure the sugar to satisfy your expectant tongue then that is love, But if I measure the sugar to satisfy your expectant tongue then that is love, sitting untouched and growing cold