For years I have been a lonely soul, left on the shelf, lost in time and gathering dust. I lie here alone forever waiting, waiting for the day that someone will take an interest to me again and I will go from this place. Well I'll admit that maybe people don't want me because I'm no longer attractive and young, those days are long-gone, my once strong fit figure has taken many a beating and …showed first 75 words of 1086 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1086 total…I felt as good as new and when night fell, we both curled up by the crackling fire and I wanted to give so much and it felt so good to be loved once more. But the message is, you should never judge a book by its cover, and I am a great book although my cover is very weather beaten. It's the inside that counts and mine are brimming with hundreds of inky pages.