I am as that old book the librarian hides away,
Beneathe the back of the hall of records,
Only wanting and needing to be read,
Opened,
To feeleth another soul turn me page by page!!!!

Seeing not just mine cover,
But the plot of me,
The preface which most ignore,
And thy end!!
I want one to connect with me that oldened book hidden on that lonesome shelf the oldened librarian forgot of...
I want one not just to read me whole,
But to connecteth to mine soul,
As mine words to her do come to life....

Page by page....