Gently pulling you open,
Worn from users and abusers.
Taking in sweet words, told.
A million times before me.
Wisdom, wit, or decisive instruction: heard.
Who came before matters not.
Do not allow deaf eyes nor ears.
Please, now, put away your fears.
You please me.
No more, grandiose vision of futures past.
No matter what came before, give to me your love, your scent.
When I checked you out, your beautiful wear shown.
But, you could never be worn out.
So, once more to the library,
rejuvenating the weary sages of wisdom.
Bring new life to bard’s stories once more.