He is a book
With a beautiful title
And a flawless cover.
But alas, the cover is shut
With no way to delve in and read.
I crack him open
But, quickly, like teeth,
He snaps back shut.
One day, when this closed book is willing
I will take in the story
He holds so tight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem