Typically about typos

I like your mistyping hands amidst the fields of frantic just the manner it is... not because I'm evil pedantic. These imperfections make you ironically closer to me If only my errors bring money... I would have a professional fee. Oh, believe me you'd see a serious income in the world of funny My words stumble and lay clumsily like an exhausted Duracell bunny Reversed meanings frown and never smile, discovered I forced them to wear not theirs attire And in the solitude when I sleep with my eyes closed tight Poor words exhale relief even brief See mistyping on your side