Love is a secret in a keyboard not unleashed yet

Geeks can love as well

As a loving geek,
It touches keyboards,
So gently as I would touch
The woman I love so much.

Finding all letters to enter,
While my mind rush through,
Sentences of sweetness,
Blended with my hidden notes.

I laugh often about myself,
Sitting covered in darkness,
Only the weak light from my screen,
Reveals I am a live on skype.

Pressing new odd combinations,
Will this word work or am I doomed?
I try to think of random keys,
How would that work?

I am speaking with my keyboard,
Like I imagine Byron talked,
With his ink and pen,
During his perfect forming of letters.

I am like a child playing,
Even I am an adult in love,
Playing with my mind and heart,
What is it with keyboard?

Do they form you? Or is it magic?
My screen is changing colour,
Showing my mood,
Only by a soft touch on one key.

I feel I am your keyboard,
When you are playing with my face,
Hitting the right spots,
Sending waves of love in me.