Remember the smell of an old book?
Well loved, but long forgotten
Left on the shelf to collect dust
Newly rediscovered, a breath of air to stir the dust
A burning passion as each page turns, once again new
Only to be left again and deemed valueless
The horror of that dark corner of the room
Watching as a new passion is swept up into the arms of your love
Once again, the love is short
Once again, the love is put on a pedestal
Only to be put on a shelf