Forbidden book

When I look at you, I see only your cover. On the outside, I can only see small details of what you`re about. Can`t touch you, so I have to use my eyes. Can`t open you, so you`re a constant thought in my mind. Subconciously I wonder what you`re story is. Keep wanting to feel your pages and read you. If only I could read your greatest chapters, memorize your every every word. Every word would be a piece to my heart. As I feel your front cover, it feels hard and tough. If only I could feel the other side. For if I do read your pages, I fear that I`ll find out more than I want to know, still I`m curious of you. You are a forbidden book, who`s story is a mystery to me.