I'm a poetry book in love with a Shakespeare play

We were two books,

Stacked on the same shelf.

In an old library,

Where requited lovers came for help.

There were a few books between us,

Never were we ever close.

There was a one-time guy who borrowed me,

Left for the girl who borrowed you a rose.

You smelled lovely for over a month,

Then the fragrance tapered away.

I was so horny for you,

From the mid of April till the end of May.

Did you notice?

I actually fell for you one night.

Thinking an amateur would put me mistakenly,

Next to you to make things right.

A silly girl placed me in the morning, 

Just across of you on the desk.

You looked so hot from there,

My patience was put to test.

I flipped, heaved and sighed,

They thought under the ceiling fan.

Those loveless people wouldn’t know,

In how many ways I desired you man.

I was all a poetry book,

You were a Shakespeare play.

An affair between us,

Wouldn’t have been such a cliche.

You used to go away,

For months sometimes.

Not that I missed you dearly,

But reading a play so slowly should be a crime.

Bless that generous lad,

Who borrowed and kept us on the backseat of his car.

That moment I heard love songs,

Being played on guitar.

Then the real moment came,

He placed me on top of you.

Not to sound all girly,

Dreams do come true.

You were a play,

But I was the real drama queen.

Oh, my unrefined ways,

Been in love with you since eighteen.