...don't judge me by the cover....

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 …

…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.