Butter

I hate to impose,
But I feel we've met before.
I'm not sure why,
But I'm sure I know you
Your words are like butter,
Spreading a perfect coat over my heart
A warm glaze;
A familiar taste
Your face is a solid character
One that I wish to know better
I'm not one for late nights,
But with  you I will.
I thought I knew how to read,
But I can't turn your pages.
Just come on back
And I'll try again tomorrow