My love was never meant to be secondhand!

My pages of youth turning

slightly yellow`around the edges,

my cover creased, slightly marked,

the spine well used,

somewhat collectable now,

ex library stamped.

I was first edition once,

in demand, but then

I was stolen, sold,

lent, borrowed, used,

marked by years

until I finally became owned.

Now I sit with her other books.

Who said three's a crowd!