A Book Unread

This is a free verse object-human comparison! Please let me know what you think of this idea and whether or not it actually works!

My cover is vivid with lure
Yet you do not look
My inners bleed fictions and truths
But I am not open to you

You are the shroud in which I am bound
You are the parchment on which I am written
You are my title, my dedications,
My prologue, my epilogue,
You are my author

In my wait I am dying, unsought
My sleek and sterile spine unbroken
My pages pristine and untorn

All yellowing pages turn to you
All fading ink stains your name
All fraying binding yearns your touch
All true love stories begin with you

And end with you