Just One Cup

Knock at the door, interrupted the silence
Can I borrow some sugar? And perhaps a tea bag?
I seem to be out today.
Come in, come in, would you like it right now,
Or would you rather share a cup with me?
No, no - it's no trouble at all,
The kettle's already boiled and ready to go.
Take a seat and make yourself at home.
Just one cup, I don't want to intrude,
And interrupt what you have going on.
I've seen you around, stalking the halls,
Where are you from, what do you do,
And do you live here alone?
I've noticed you too as we crossed on the stairs,
That is an interesting perfume you wear.
Sugar, or milk or do you take lemon,
Are you too bitter or too sweet?
What do you think, when looking at me,
But be careful with my fragile heart.
Lemon it is, to balance the scales,
Just a drop, in case my eyes deceive.
It is different here, than I had assumed,
Cleaner and calmer than I had thought.
Did you imagine the mess as you tapped at the door,
Or have you been contemplating it for long?
I'll let you know, before I go,
If you pour a second, please.

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