Another Poem From Mathematics

Olfactory Attraction
Deems i prefer one paper
Or one book
Over another

The young and fresh
Adventuresome
Or old, seasoned and loved
You are mine

Be you brash
Reckless in your nature
Or bored and apathetic
True love shall not come from me

Oh to sit with a sturdy tome
Recline and be comfortable
Lightly touch your pages
Lovingly caress your spine

I love you completely
Though you cause me no end of bother
And 'til reality seeks a companion
Fantasy shall be my lover