The Collection

A young book sits dusty on the shelf.

For such a short life, it has gathered quite the film.

The curiosity of a single mind could help,

if someone could just find the will.

If the spine were to be cracked,

many great stories the reader would see.

A collection of loves, tears, and laughs

just waiting for someone to set them free.

Pages and pages patiently hoping to be turned,

awaiting a reader to find beauty in their recollections.

A compilation of art, remaining unlearned,

an all-too-often overlooked collection.

But it isn't lonely, this book,

for it knows it holds wondrous works.

And when the time is right, a reader will look,

and share in the stories of joy and hurt.

This book is still young, and its pages unfinished.

And when the inquisitor comes,

its novelty will not be diminished.

Perhaps the seeker will help finish the story,

finding a muse in its song still unsung,

and fill the blank pages with battles won and glory...

With a tale of finding in a dusty collection, love.