You surprise me when you poetized me I did not know, you were into flow and writing My ears were opened wide and filled with so much Surprise when you started to sing the dewdrops in my eyes fell from sycamore trees that lined the streets Smooth like butter felt like Flubber though I Did not have no Love For Love no trust for love I need it I want it I desire had to have Your Love I needed to get a grip of your penmanship Gliding across the page is blazing the trails Tracing the curvaceous of your verbs and Adjectives my function is your Junction If you were to object I would have to Backspace and correct simply out of respect