From cover to cover what can I hold?

Tales and stories forever untold.

So open said covers and see for yourself,

All of the covers kept on a shelf.

I hear it repeatedly that I'm nothing but boring.

When my spine is unraveled, those humans keep snoring.

I feel unappreciated, mistreated, unused.

All I could tell, unscathed and abused. 

But along comes a girl, her love for me true.

Says I lift up her spirits when she is so blue.

Finally my hope is forever restored.

Admiration for me is newly reborn,

For she has discovered all that I hold.

My tales and stories no longer untold.

She opened my covers and saw for herself,

All of the secrets kept on a shelf.